Count Your Bleesings Polka

Is your life passin’ by, is there pie in your eye
Do you feel it’s all not worth a penny slug
Does your job get you down, do you feel like a clown
Do want crawl and hide beneath your rug
Are your friends havin’ fun while your home havin’ none
Do you try to drown your sorrows in a jug
Well listen friend you’d better stop your cussin’
It could be worse, There ain’t no use to fussin’

Is there egg on your face, is your mind out of place
Would you rather you were born somebody else
Do you feel like a dog, or a wart on a frog
Do you wanna run away and holler, “help”
Does the world treat you cruel, do you sometimes feel the fool
Are you playin’ with your mind against yourself
Well listen friend you’d better stop your cussin’
It could be worse, There ain’t no use to fussin’



The world don’t promise anything,
But with some effort it can bring a little cheer (mm, mm)
If you were born with freedoms ring,
you’ve got the perfect right to sing, “I’m glad I’m here” (So glad we’re here)

Kazoo BREAK

Are your friends havin’ fun while your home havin’ none
Are you playin’ with your mind against yourself
Well listen friend you’d better stop your cussin’
It could be worse, There ain’t no use a fussin’
I said listen friend you’d better stop your cussin’
It could be worse, It could be worse,
It could be worse, There ain’t no use a fussin’