 (Tom T. Hall)
Now if you want to be happy,let me tell you how to do it
You get up in the morning and you get right to it
You bring home the bacon and you make a little bread
You get a little sleepy and you go back to bed
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
If everybody says you're a little to tall
Go out and get yourself a basketball
Dye your hair orange and put a ring in your ear
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
If everybody says you're a little to short
Go out and get yourself a big ol' horse
You can be a jockey if you got no fear
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Be good to your sister and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if you're a con man lookin' for a pigeon
Go out and start a brand new religion
Get on TV and make a money request
They can all go to heaven while they're starvin' to death
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if everybody says you're a little too rough
Go out and get yourself some boxing gloves
Beat somebody up around the ears
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Be good to your sister and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if everybody says you're a little to slick
Get yourself into politics
Get that office and get that power
And you can spend 47 million dollars an hour
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if you can pick a guitar and sing through your nose
Get yourself a bunchy of cowboy clothes
Sing about dying and shedding them tears
You can lose 47 million dollars a year
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