Verse
F#
There's many that feign enjoyment, from merciless employment,
B F# G#m A#m B
Their ambition was this deployment, from the minute they left the school.
F#
And they save and scrape and ponder, while the rest go out and squander,
B F# B C#7 B
See the world and rove and wander, and are happier as a rule.
VERSE 2
F#
I've roamed through all the nations, in delight of all creations,
B F# G#m A#m B
And enjoyed a wee sensation, where the company, it was kind.
F#
And when partin' was no pleasure, I've drunk another measure
B F# B C#7 B
To the good friends that we treasure, for they always are in our mind.
VERSE 3
F#
If you're bent with arthiritis, your bowels have got Colitis,
B F# G#m A#m B
You've got gallopin' bollockitis, and you're thinkin' it's time you died,
F#
If you been a man o' action, though you're lying there in traction,
B F# B C#7 B
You will get some satisfaction, thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."