Saving The Best For Last

Got into a cab in New York City Was an Oriental man behind the wheel Started talking about heaven Like it was real Said "They got mansions in heaven Yeah the angels are building one for me right now And I know... They're saving the best for last Look around this town And tell me that it ain't so They're saving the best for last Don't ask me how I know 'Cause it must be Saving the best for last for me You can go a hundred miles a second Don't have to drive no lousy cab Got everything you want and more man And the King picks up the tab You walk around on streets of gold all day And you never have to listen To what these customers say and I know... (Chorus) I remember when I was a child Lost in the streets of Chinatown My mother had a vision and I was found (Saving the best for last for me) Oh-oh -- saving the best for last And when I finally take this journey I'm gonna wave goodbye to Earth Gonna throw this meter in the ocean And prove what I was worth And I don't care who tries to flag me down They're gonna have to find another ride uptown And I know They're saving the best for last..."