Kids Need to Ask
WHERE WILL I GO?
I’m glad that I can ask you about things that I don’t know
Like, when my body dies, I wonder, where will I go? Oh,
Chorus: Where will I go when I’m dead and gone?
Where will I go when I die?
If my body’s down in a hole in the ground,
Will I fly up in the sky?
Oh, where will I go when I die?
Dead goldfish go down the toilet bowl
Dead mice go out in the trash
My sick cat disappeared at the vets
And Grandma came home in a pot full of ashes!
Will I be a ghost in a haunted house?
Will I scare kids when I say “BOOO!!”
Will my foot hurt, when I kick the bucket?
I don’t know, do you?
Chorus: (If my body’s turned into smoke and burned,
Will I make a tear in your eye?)
Hey, maybe you could dress me up and keep me around
Sit me in your kitchen chair
Then if you got lonely and you needed someone,
I’d be right there!
Or you could hang me out in the sun on your patio,
I’d dry hard as a stone
And the wind would make music on me, like a radio!
You could dance to my rattlin’ bones!
Chorus: (If my body gives, some parts t’save kids,
Will I disappear like a sigh?)
Some people say we all go up to Heaven,
Where no one’s cold or scared.
I bet no one’s lonely in Heaven,
They only let friendly people in there!
My questions make some people nervous,
“This stuff’s not for kids!” they say,
I don’t care if you don’t know,
I need to ask you anyway,
Chorus: (If my “bod’s” in a box down under the rocks,
Can I get cable T.V. inside?!)
Oh, where will I go, Doesn’t anyone know,
Tell me where will I go when I die?!
Written by Peter Alsop. ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)