Everythin's wrong, an' nothin' ain't right,-
my world is fulla bad.
I wish that I had a better life,
I'm always feelin' sad.
The neighbors next door got more and more,
while I got less and less.
Oh why am I such a sorry guy,
an' why's my life such a mess?
I don't get enough pay to get away,
can't even afford a good drunk.
An' if my boat was to ever come in,
I'd find out that it had sunk.
When I was young I thought it fun
to dream about growin' up.
Had I known what it was to be grown up,
I'd have stuck w' bein' a young pup.
Well everythin's wrong, an' nothin' ain't right,
an' I'm still feelin' sad.
Guess I'm sure stuck with this here life,
but it sure does make me mad.
'Cause everythin's wrong, an' nothin' ain't right,
an' it can't get too much worse...
Betcha when I die, I'll have to carry myself,
I won't get to ride in the hearse!
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