In every country and city
There are those who dwell in self-pity,
Wailing and moaning, railing and groaning,
And hoping that someone sees
Their senseless miseries.

I tell them,
Step off from the sad and the bad,
Step back from the sunken gloom;
Let nothing defeat your dream,
You’re better than you seem.

Give Joyce a chance to drum,
Stop being stupid and dum
But mostly give to you
The strength to see things through.

Your gonna need to depend on another,
Let Johnny be your great big brother;
Stand up, stand unafraid,
And you will make the grade (without rough-trade)

For when self-pity dies
Self-enjoyment flies.
And we shall live happy after

© Benny-the-butcher