A man stood at the pearly gates,
His face all scarred and old,
He stood before the man of fate,
For admission to the fold.
"What have you done," St. Peter asked,
"To gain admission here?"
"I've owned a BMW sir,"
"For many and many a year."
The pearly gates swung open wide,
St. Peter clanged the bell,
"Come on in," St. Peter cried,
"You've had your share of Hell!"