Aimee Mann

I should be knocking on the door of the pearly gates
Why keep a poor man alive in a job he hates
Ive heard that good things will come to he who waits
I should be riding on a float in the hit parade
Instead of sitting on the curb behind the barricade
Another verse in the doormat serenade
Wont you put me on top
Wont you put me on top, or change the odds
Wont you put me on top
Or at least put some hope in the bottom of the box