A man lives off his head
His head won't see him through
Inspect your own; what lives off that?
At most, a louse or two
For this bleak existence
Man is never sharp enough
Hence his weak resistance
To his tricks and bluff
Ay, make yourself a plan
They need you at the top
Then make yourself a second plan
Then let the whole thing drop
For this bleak existence
Man is never bad enough
Though his sheer persistence
Can be lovely stuff
Ay, race for happiness
But don't you race too fast
When all chase after happiness
Happiness comes in last
For this bleak existence
Man is never pitiful enough
All his bleak existence
Is a load of guff
Man could be good instead
So slap him on the head
If you slap him good and hard
He may stay good and dead
For this bleak existence
Man's not good enough just yet
Do it without a**istance
Slap him on the head