To heaaaaaveeeeenly heeeeeeeere

Charlie:
It's hard to explain, Itch. This place is supposed to have everything but it doesn't. It's too... It's too... [singing] Charlie:
it's too heavenly here/It's too graceful and paradise-like/Much too narrow and much too nice like/Endlessly sunny and clear/it's too heavenly here/It's too blissfull to bear/Calm and quiet and much too mellow/ [Knocks over a tray of halos which all go around Itchy] Charlie:
/All my brain cells have turned to jello/Every day feels like a year/ [Someone pushes the halos off Itchy and drops both of them] Charlie:
it's too heavenly here. [Grabs a harp on the way down] Charlie:
I need some action/I need some juice/ [Fires Itchy with the harp like a bow and arrow] Charlie:
A crazy kind of feeling of playing fast and loose/Some razzle dazzle and a little stress and strife/I gotta get some life in my life/But it's too heavenly here/There's no way you can be a sinner/Roll the dice/Everyone's a winner/It's so legit and sincere/it's too heavenly here/What good's a hustler/Without scam/I'm wasted talent/That's all that I am/This operator/Is at the wrong adress/Cause there's nothing to finagle/And no one to fineeeeeeeese Angel Choir:
[while bathing them]
It's so heavenly here/Pure and perfect/Sublime and shining/Every cloud has a silver lining/Everyone's full of good cheer/It's so heavenly here. Charlie:
[singing again]
They're all so saintly, I just can't relate/There's gotta be an exit/Through that pearly gate/ [Throws his halo just missing Itchy] Charlie:
Behold the canine who's been cut down in his prime/ [the halo comes back over his head] Charlie:
I may have done the crime/ But I can't do the time/Cause it's too heavenly here/All Hallelujas and Hosannas/It can drive anyone bananas/I'm going out of my head/This joint is deader than dead/I'll give you eight to three/it's too heavenly... Angel Choir:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Charlie:
To heaaaaaveeeeenly heeeeeeeere