All my life I have been searching for the fabled Promised Land
With my sisters and my brothers, we shall walk there hand in hand
Through the trials and tribulations and the Devil's cruel temptations
I know that we will all get there one day
After years and years of wanderin', O, the Kingdom we shall find
And the doors may not be open, but we'll gather in the line
And our hearts will swell with pride
The day those gates swing open wide
And we take a walk down Main Street U.S.A.
Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the sky
We will all be there together by and by
We will all drink from the fountain
And go riding on Space Mountain
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky
Where Mother Minnie, Father Dopey and Saint Tinkerbell abide
There'll be no more cares or sorrows on that heav'nly teacup ride
I will lay down all my fears
When I put on those big black ears
And join the choir to sing in harmony
We will sing the songs of aimless souls who once had gone astray
Who were lost but now are found in the Electric Light Parade
Singin' "Hakuna Matata"
Growing Mouseketeer stigmata
In the only club that's made for you and me
Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the sky
We will all be there together by and by
All God's children shall be free in
"Pirates of the Caribbean"
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky
Oh, the meekest and the poorest their inheritance shall see
And a zillion Japanese tourists all will join the jamboree
They will ride that Holy Monorail into sweet Providence
When they know that their redeemer is a
Mouse in short red pants
Won't you take me to Orlando, where the sun is shining bright
All the angels are clean shaven and the people snowy white
Where your problems all are hidden
And unhappiness forbidden
You'll find salvation for a modest fee
Climb into my Winnebago, and if you help with the gas
Then we maybe can finagle you a five- or six-day pass
May your afterlife be blessed
Just American Express it
Let MasterCard and Visa set you free
Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the sky
We will all be there together by and by
All religions may be practiced there
Except for Southern Baptist
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky
Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the sky
Manufactured by that Uncle Walter guy
We'll give thanks to that old geezer
And we'll keep him in the freezer
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky