When We All Become Famous in the Sky

When we all become famous in the sky
We’ll have no reason to doubt or wonder why
There’ll be whipped cream toppings on our pieces of pie
When we all become famous in the sky
I see no dang reason to be shy
I’m so dang happy I could… cry
We’ll be long since remembered when we die
When we all become famous in the sky
We’ll have gold guitars strapped to our backs
We’ll go everywhere we please without a map
'Cause it really don’t matter; we’ll be well-to-do chaps
When we all become famous in the sky
When we all become famous in the sky
When we all become famous in the sky