You don't
even know your name
You get
on a bicycle
And bend
the frame
Samson in
a cage
Gave him some
wine and Danish
Man, was
he depraved
Raindrops, teardrops
Give me
some real food
Like out
on the balcony
Hamish
in a den
Now that
I'm seventeen
He must
be ten
You don't seem
to love me any more
I gave you
my word of honour
You sprinkled
your path with gravel
Angels
fell from the sky
You don't
even know your name
You get
on a bicycle
I get on
a plane
Namedrops
on a hill
Perhaps in
a distant valley
They'll
be still
You don't seem
to love me any more
I gave you
my word of honour
You sprinkled
your path with gravel
Angels
fell from the sky
You don't seem
to love me any more
I gave you
my word of honour
You sprinkled
your path with gravel
People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;
Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way?
Why are we here? Where are we going? It's time that we found out.
We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; life's so mysterious.
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go.
So keep repeating it's the berries,
The strongest oak must fall,
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you've never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious.
At eight each morning I have got a date,
To take my plunge 'round the Empire State.
You'll admit it's not the berries,
In a building that's so tall;
There's a guy in the show, the girls love to kiss;
Get thousands a week just for crooning like this:
Life is just a bowl of . . . aw, nuts!
So live and laugh at it all!