My life is not a poem It's just a dreamer's dumb idea For lack of a shorter word It's like an onomatopoeia So come to terms with what you can Because it's gone before you know it My life is not a party It's sort of like an omen Rail a line coming to see you won't resolve A bitter type coming to beat you up Is a small, small part A tortoise that's forever on its back Will always beg for slower races But slow and steady doesn't hack When rabbits have the cuter faces Take a day, a break Polish all of your lucky pennies and throw them away Rail a line coming to see you won't resolve A bitter type coming to beat you up Is a small, small small small part Polish all of your lucky pennies and throw them away Polish all of your lucky pennies Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nahda Nah Nah Nah Nahda