Ladies and gentlemen… We got a tailor in the house— No, wait… we got a tailor *in the sky*! Hit it! Well I stitched my way through Monday, And I patched my way through June, I’ve been mendin’ pants and pockets From the sunrise to the moon. But I said, “Lord, I need a break now, My needle’s burnin’ hot!” Then an angel tapped my shoulder sayin’, “Boy, you’re goin’ to the top!” To the top, yeah! To the top, whoo! I’m a tailor on a cloud, Feelin’ fine, singin’ loud! Got the heavens swingin’, angels bringin’ All that holy funk around! I’m a tailor on a cloud, Yeah, I’m makin’ God real proud— Till they catch me with that halo I ain’t ever comin’ down! Now the angels started dancin’, But I smelled a heavenly stew, And I—just curious, I swear now— Took a good ol’ taste or two. Then Saint Peter came a-runnin’, With a look that could strike fear! He said, “Hey! No mortal tailor Drinks the angels’ blessed beer!” Uh-oh! Run, tailor, run! I’m a tailor on a cloud, Breakin’ rules, singin’ loud! Got the angels laughin’, trumpets blastin’, Devils hidin’ underground! I’m a tailor on a cloud, But they say I ain’t allowed… Now Saint Peter’s chasin’ after— Time to jump before I’m found! Oh I slipped right off that rainbow stair, Tumbled through the midnight air— Thought it’s over, thought I’m through… Till I landed in my chair! Needle in my hand… Thread between my teeth… And I said: **“Guess heaven’s good— but earth’s a relief.”** I was a tailor on a cloud, Now I’m back, still singin’ loud! Got my needle hummin’, customers comin’, Feelin’ funky, feelin’ proud! Yeah I was a tailor on a cloud, And I wore that sky like a shroud… But when heaven kicks you out, boys— You just take your groove to town!
