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)
