Texty: My Latest Novel. The Reputation Of Ross Francis.

Do you really think that you deserve to pass
Said the angel to our hero at the last
If you give me but a moment to explain
I can prove my life hasn't been in vain
It's true I may have lied to wriggle free
Of many of my life's little awkward situations
The lives I've touched are frivolous or few
A savoir I've been called, and it's justified, it's true

Please, sir
If you let me in I'll prove sir
I'll fight by tooth and nail
By crook by crook to dispel
Fight by tooth and nail
By crook by crook to dispel
All these myths and fabrications, fables
How I've changed, oh how I've changed, oh please, sir

A crowd was gathering outside the gates
And Ross' tales made them gawk and gape
Riddles told of travels, tales of grace
From tears of joy, smiles, on every waiting face
Illustrious his stories to the end
The people gathered round their effervescent friend
As heaven's gates swung to let him in
He e'en crossed his fingers and allowed himself a grin

Please, sir
If you let me in I'll prove sir
I'll fight by tooth and nail
By crook by crook to dispel
Fight by tooth and nail
By crook by crook to dispel
All these myths and fabrications, fables
How I've changed, oh how I've changed, oh please, sir
All these myths and fabrications, fables
How I've changed, oh how I've changed, oh please, sir
All these myths and fabrications, fables
How I've changed, oh how I've changed
Please, sir