After you climb up the ladder of time,
The Lord God is near.
Face-to-face in the vastness of space,
Your words disappear.
And you feel like you’re swimming in an ocean of love,
And the current is strong,
But all that remains when you try to explain,
Is a fragment of song.
Lord, is it Be Bop a Lula? Or Ooh Papa Doo?
Lord, Be Bop a Lula? Or Ooh Papa Doo?
Be Bop a Lula? Or Ooh Papa Doo?
Be Bop a Lula? Or Ooh Papa Doo?
-- Paul Simon