well there's no use in worry as I told you, life's as easy as pie say tara to your looks, maybe read a few books and then die tax and death and bellyache, such things to savour priceless breath, oh for lucks sake, do me a favour woke up one morning and found for my sins the sun posing round in the sky scraped up my doubts and then made for the bin the trash pulled the sleep from my eye well there's no use in worry as I told you, life's as easy as pie say tara to your looks, maybe read a few books and then die when I awoke, my politeness delayed my thoughts rolling round in the dirt the rose in my button hole warned it would fade laid next to the heart of a flirt well there's no use in worry as I told you, life's as easy as pie say tara to your looks, maybe read a few books and then die god willing I'll come back from this hell that I'm at now where my wealth is measured in bluff bring me down to earth and broken feet be gone bring on the morning arched back and sober brow on a losing streak there's not much call for shepherds in Birmingham the angels leave their waste well wrapped but unhidden (god bless 'em) ey mickey, let me have three grand to one the two dog let the hole in the base of my