| People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about | |
| Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way? | |
| Why are we here? | |
| Where are we going? | |
| It's time that we found out | |
| We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday | |
| Life is just a bowl of cherries | |
| Don't take it serious, it's too mysterious | |
| You work, you save, you worry so | |
| But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go | |
| So keep repeating it's the berries | |
| The strongest oak must fall | |
| The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned | |
| So how can you lose what you've never owned? | |
| Life is just a bowl of cherries | |
| So live and laugh at it all |