He always had time,
Yet stayed on his way.
Counted every dime,
Did not skip a day.
He was well recognized,
Well respected.
He was well prized;
It got him elected.
But the bigger they are,
The harder they fall.
When he smashed his car,
He was wrapped in a pall.
But this is the life.
It holds you near,
Is sweeter than a wife,
And costs you dear.
So we try to stay keen,
As sharp as a knife.
In a world great and mean,
This is the life. This is the life.
