Doomsday Serenade - Jill Tracy

We’ll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday

Pigs will be flying through the sky

On the 12th of Never, at a quarter past Forever

Stricken with the Rapture, we’ll watch the world’s demise

We’ll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday

A hint of Armageddon fills the air

Now that Hell has frozen over and the sun is growing colder

We’ll be drawing close cause there’s no more time to spare

We’ll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday

A shower full of frogs and toads

But as bleak as it may be, Apocalyptic revelry

Hand in hand, we’ll tiptoe through the carcasses and bones

The air’s too thin to breathe on Doomsday

At last we face The Reckoning

And blood will fill the sea

Cobwebs will cover you and me

As flames engulf the remnants

Of this grand catastrophe

It’s Doomsday

It’s Doomsday