Sunshine In A Bottle:

God's wonderful flashlight
Runs only on lightingbolts,
Both negative and positive
Together deliver the jolt.

It's on his left nightstand
Right there beside his head,
In case he should need it
When he's laying there in bed.

He's up with all the chickens
With his flashlight glaring,
Those two little lightingbolts
They just stand there staring.

That bright little flashlight
That is buring up some time,
Using all those lightingbolts
So that nothing goes blind.

When the lightingbolts run dry
Don't have all of their strenght,
Those tiny little golden beams
That are fresh out of lenght.

The flashlight on the tableside
It suddenly comes to a halt,
But don't you dare blame God
It's' those stupid batteries fault.

All through the moonless night
God searches his junk drawer,
For some of those lightingbolts
That does let the sunshine pour.

He's no having that much luck
Not one thunderstorm in sight,
For the rest of this lightless dark
I shall call all of this time the night.

Gas up that ole harley davidson
That big glitering shooting star,
Head on down to the Wal-Mart
For lightingbugs in a crystal jar.

Return to those pearly gates
Walk between the golden doors,
Looking for that broke flashlight
That's sitting in his junk drawer.

Pop in two packs of lightingbugs
Those lightingbolts in disquise,
As negatives sleep positive shines
Both together will make you blind.

There goes those loud chickens
On goes that energized flashlight,
God and his trusty little sidekick
That always shines plumb of sight.

Everyone let's bask in his glory
Those sunbeams that really shine,
Running down those diamond stars
That are so safe and sound inside.

Oh you poor little dim flashlight
That can only make it to midnight,
All that wonderful golden sunshine
That's always shining down so bright.