"Life Don't Have to Mean Nothin' At All" Lyrics

Now if you want to be happy, let me tell you how to do it
You get up in the morning and 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

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life don't have to mean nothin' at all

If everybody tells you your a little to tall, go out and get yourself a basketball
dye your hair orange and put a ring in your ear
U can make $47 million a year

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If everybody says your 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 a year

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Be good to your sister, and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother

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Now if your a con man looking 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 their starvin to death

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Now if everybody says your a little too rough, go out and get yourself some boxing gloves
Beat somebody up around the ears, You can make $47 million a year

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Now if everybody says your a little too slick, get your self into politics
Get that office, and get that power, and you can spend $47 million an hour

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Now if you can pick a guitar and sing through your nose, get urself a bunch of cowboy clothes
sing about dying and shedding them tears, you can lose $47 million a year

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