Heaven-Con
Words and music by Kathy Mar © 1988


Chorus:
	D
	There's a Hilton in the sky
	            G
	For all the good fen when they die.
	    A
	The elevators never stick,
	    Bm
	The banquets don't serve plastic chicken--
	G
	Only grade A prime.
	           D
	And you're guaranteed a real good time
	     A
	That just goes on and on
	          G              A            D
	If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con.

     G                        D
It's membership by invitation only
    G                                 D
And all the hotel rooms and meals are comps.
    G                            D
The wet-bar in the consuite is a freebie
    E                             A
And all femme-fen are ready for a romp.
    G                                      D
The bathtubs are all filled with girls and Jell-O
    G                                D
And every author waits your beck and call;
     G                                D
They ask for your advice on their new novels
    E                             A
And ask for autographs out in the hall.

Chorus:
	There's a Hilton in the sky
	For all the good fen when they die.
	The panels never start till three
	No one disturbs you when you're sleeping
	All the filk songs rhyme
	And you're guaranteed a real good time
	That just goes on and on
	If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con.

There's mirrors on the ceiling in each bedroom
And 3-D videos on every wall
And levitators waiting at your elbow
For the times when you're too drunk to even crawl
The dealer's room extends eternal credit
They just forget to send the bills along
And when you make your way into the filkroom
You find you've been immortalized in song.

Chorus:
	There's a Hilton in the sky
	For all the good fen when they die.
	The bidding parties never end
	And all the other fen are friendly
	Boredom is a crime
	And you're guaranteed a real good time
	That just goes on and on
	If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con.