Always look on the bright side of life
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
hoping thistle are going climb up some places
but we’re going nowhere, going nowhere
thistle tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The players you say are good are the worse we’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
Higgenbotham runs in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Somes up the day