When the final day comes
And I am caught in my
Dirty underwear, I pray
That the angels will look away.

When I find the time is short,
And there is nothing more to say,
When I see the Savior's face,
And feel my sins around me,

When the Light of Life
Is snuffing out, and I am left
To linger but a moment, I pray
That the angels will look away.

I am so far from perfect,
I have defects everywhere.
I am nothing short of messed-up,
And I know it very well.

So Lord, when I am chosen
To return to heav'n above,
Give this memo to the angels:
They should kindly look away.