Where I'm Headed (Phil Bodger Remix Edit) - Lene Marlin

I hear people talk of Heaven And how it's only for the precious few But in the Book that I've been readin' Sounds to me like there's a lotta room So I bet some folks are gonna be surprised About who makes it to the other side 'Cause in the Heaven I'm headed to There's a place for preachers, thieves, and prostitutes Saints and soldiers, beggars, kings, and renegades For any soul that ever found amazing grace Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include In the Heaven I'm headed to It's not my place to say Just who does or doesn't get to go I'm only one among the many Stumblin' down that narrow road There's so many things in this life to love And I believe there's hope for each of us 'Cause in the Heaven I'm headed to There's a place for preachers, thieves, and prostitutes Saints and soldiers, beggars, kings, and renegades For any soul that ever found amazing grace Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include In the Heaven I'm headed to And the only thing I know We all get the chance to go, yeah Saints and soldiers, beggars, kings, and renegades Any soul that ever found amazing grace Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include In the Heaven I'm headed to The Heaven I'm headed to The Heaven I'm headed to

They're comin across the border by the thousands everyday Lookin' for a better life in the good ol' U.S.A. Well, everybody's talkin' about the aliens invadin' While I'm savin' every dime for a Mexican vacation Me, I'm headed your way, hasta luego Jose You say "hola", I'll say "hi" When I pass you at the border slap me a high five You better pack a poncho 'cause it sure gets cold up here Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer Here's the keys to my Chevrolet You can have the house and the bills I pay Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A. I'm headed your way, Jose (Cuervo that is, lil' sunshine, some margaritas, Cabo San Lucas, maybe go see Chichinitza, I love that word) Up here we work our asses off just tryin' to get ahead But you can't spend a dollar if you've worked yourself to death From what I hear you way of life is an afternoon siesta Then back to work for a little while for an all night long fiesta Me, I'm headed your way Well sounds to me like a pretty fair trade You say "hola", I'll say "hi" When I pass you at the border slap me a high five You better pack a poncho 'cause it sure gets cold up here Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer Here's the keys to my Chevrolet You can have the house and the bills I pay Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A. I'm headed your way, Jose (White sandy beaches, pesos and jalapenos, Palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man, Dos Equis) You say "hola", I'll say "hi" When I pass you at the border slap me a high five You better pack a poncho 'cause you'll freeze your ass off here Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer Here's the keys to my Chevrolet You can have the house and the bills I pay Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade I'm headed your way, Jose (Yeah, I'm hittin' the road, man, give me a little burro to ride on, you

Nemo... Sea-monkey has my money... Yes, I'm a natural blue... (Gasp!) The mask! It's gone! Wake up! AHH! I WAS FRAMED! I WAS FRAMED! Good morning. What's so good about it? That mask was the only chance I had of finding my son. Chico? NEMO! His name is Nemo! And I may never see him again!