If I didn't care for fun and such, I'd probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn.
Razors pain you, Rivers are damp, Acids stain you, And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful, Nooses give, Gas smells awful. You might as well live.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.
Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.
