Don’t worry young fellow everything is going to be grand
You’ll be dead some day and so too will everybody else
And when that happens nothing in the world will matter
Not you nor your ma nor your best friend.
Nobody will matter at all because you’ll all be dead,
Withered into worm food, you’ll all be brown bread.
But for the here and now young fellow know as much as this:
You’ll have plenty of shit friends and they’ll come and go
But if you’re lucky you might meet some great people too
Remember to keep those people sweet.
Be kind and be greedy but don’t be too selfish
Discipline yourself, respect your health and don’t be too lazy
Don’t dwell on the past because the future doesn’t last
And all the shoulda coulda wouldas won’t help you feel happy.
Love might find you some day and that’s a nice prospect
It might creep up on you and bite you on the bum, so, be hopeful.
You yourself, young fellow, are the most important entity of all
Therefore learn to be good to yourself before you’re too good to anyone else.