There’s a lot of ways it could have gone, this life that I have led;
I coulda been a movie star, I coulda just been dead.
Instead I’ve simply fumbled on, as in the end we do
And pinned my hope on fortune; prob’ly you do too.
But fortune hasn’t helped at all ‘cos I’m still bloody broke
And I prob’ly bloody will be until the day I croak.
But “Money isn’t everything’ or so rich people say
though they don’t have to scrape around to eat another day.
So when it’s time to bury me, it’ll be a paupers hole
That I fill with my carcass ( and god knows for my soul).
But when I get right down to it, I don’t give a shit
‘cos I have had the best time and enjoyed every bit.
So if you’re at the burying don’t feel a heavy load
‘cos I’m in Heaven or in Hell writing one more silly Ode.