The morning was cold and lonely   City lights old and grey   The sun arose trying to smile   Gave it all away   The honky-tonk called a stranger   The stranger couldn't pay the bill   Made a stand, raised his hand   Sang a song, no time to kill      I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   I've got a tale to tell   I've just been down in New York town   It really feels like hell   It really feels like hell      Billy was out of fashion   Manhattan was years ago   Yesterday he wasted time   Money was kind of slow   Billy had friends of glory   Billy was a friend of fame   Took a chance, raised his hand   Sang a song, now he's back in the game      I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   I've got a tale to tell   I've just been down in New York town   It really feels like hell   It really feels like hell      I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   It really feels like hell   It really feels like hell      (instrumental break)      Hey, St. Peter   Before you ring your bell   Just been down in New York town   Done my time in hell   Done my time in hell      I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter   It really feels like hell   It really feels like hell   It really feels like hell