In every other song that I heard lately
Some fella get shot
And his baby's best friend both died with him
As life has not
In here for the soul, some just cry
Are ready to die
Well, let's lose our happy people and
I'm wondering why
Let's think about it
Let's think about loving
Let's think about it Pooping and hopping and bopping and loving
Let's forget about it Why do they cry?
They shoot and they die And the following is a waste of life
Let's think about living Let's think about life
Well,
I sold my girl Robins Down in old El Paso,
a good old man
And I miss Petty Page or well,
they miss him Wearing black and cat is close down in here Well,
it feel like a vague death,
like If you keep on losing our singing
like that I'll be the only one you can buy
Let's think about living Let's think about loving Let's think about
it Pooping and hopping and bopping and loving Let's forget about it
think
Let's think about living Let's think about loving
Let's think about hooping and hopping
and bopping and love-a-love-a-dubbing
Let's forget about whining and crying and
shooting and dying and follow your space plane
Let's think about living Let's think about life
Let's think about living Let's think about life
Let's think about living Let's think about life