Douglas Adams

Douglas Adams

And here's to you, Douglas Adams,

You readers love you more than you will know

(Wo, wo, wo)

God bless you please, Douglas Adams

Heaven holds a place for those with witty things to say

(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files

To know whom wrote the books up on our shelf

Look around you, all you see are loving, reading eyes

Stroll around heaven until you feel at home

And here's to you, Douglas Adams,

You readers love you more than you will know

(Wo, wo, wo)

God bless you please, Douglas Adams

Heaven holds a place for those with witty things to say

(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Hide our tears a hiding place where no one ever goes

We'll laugh at your jokes and not have to fak,

It's no little secret, fact you had to go isn't at all fair,

Most of all, you'll be miss by all us great kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo,

Douglas Adams

Your readers love you more than you will know

(Wo, wo, wo)

God bless you please,

Douglas Adams

Heaven holds a place for those with witty things to say

(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon

Writing books and keeping reader laughing latem

Laugh about it, shout about it

When you've got to lose you and your writing, we feel the blues

Where have you gone, Douglas Adams?

All your readers turn their lonely eyes to you

(Woo, woo, woo)

What's that you say, Douglas Adams?

We wish you didn't have to go away

(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)