Trouble Down Here

They're singing up in heaven
God is playing his hawk
He's blowing on one of his favorite tubes
With a smile, a wear and a laugh
The angels are dancin'
And the Saints are foolin' 'round
But the party stops when they get the music
By the action goin' on the ground
Then God says
What's the trouble down here?
What's the trouble down here?
How will you know what it's like up there
When you just sit around down here?
The police he checked his reflection
On his way to the anual ball
When the telephone rang
And the men started screamin'
At the marble ring in County Hall
So they put on his helment and visor
And called out his trustee men
To distrust his craft for a couple of weeks
'Till they all come back again
He said
What's the trouble down here?
What's the trouble down here?
Did you got no homes to go to?
And tell me hmmm that's the trouble down here
Hey
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Oh the mountaneer
He got his flag on film
As he scrambled up towards the peak
But the basecamp called, said
You gotta come down
'Cause the summit looks a bit too steep from here
Well the comer
Well, he was a good man
Then he climbed down like he was told
But he knew he should've climbed with a different team
As he stumbled in from above
He said
What's the trouble down here?
What's the trouble down here?
How did you know what it's like up there
When you just sit around down here?
He said
What is happenin' down here?
What is happenin' down here?
How will you ever know what it's like up there
When you just sit around down here?
He said
What is happenin' down here?
What is happenin' down here?
How did you know what it's like up there
When you just sit around down here?