"'77: Life Ain't All Bad" lyrics

"'77: Life Ain't All Bad"

When I write my memoirs
You will read them with pain and with shame
You'll be searching in vain for your name
For your bleak, insignificant name

When I write my memoirs
Which will be of course in verse
On the subject of you and how awful you are
I will be infinitely terse

I hope I never run into
Another piece of shit like you
You killed my dog, you killed my mice
You made my house a den of vice

But na na na na
Na na na
You're dead now
Na na na na
Na na na
So I sing
Na na na na
Na na na na
Life ain't all bad

I labored on your ice cream truck
Whenever I was not at school
You mostly used that ice cream truck
To sit there guzzling beer, you tool

But na na na na
Na na na
You're dead now
Na na na na
Na na na
So I sing
Na na na na
Na na na na
Life ain't all bad

You vandalized our brakes and framed
Me for your theft, and was I blamed!
You smashed the bedroom window glass
And stole what you could lift, alas!

Na na na na
Na na na
You're dead now
Na na na na
Na na na
So I sing
Na na na na
Na na na na
Life ain't all bad

Na na na na
Na na na
You're dead now
Na na na na
Na na na
So I sing
Na na na na
Na na na na
Life ain't all bad
Life ain't all bad


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