Why Is The World Picking On Me

Lyrics:

© Romura
Why Is The World Picking On Me
(Copyright 2023 Richard Omura)

I went swimming over the coral reef
on a hot, sunny, Maui day
When I met a spiky sea urchin
I said hi, and he stabbed me
in my feet.

Oh, why is the world picking on me?
What did I do to deserve this cruelty?
Am I just a punching bag?
Do I look like a stepping stool?

I went walking on Bourbon Street
on a cold windy night
When I saw an unhappy busker
who didn't make enough money
and cried out in the night

Oh, why is the world picking on me?
What did I do to deserve this cruelty?
Am I just a punching bag?
Do I look like a stepping stool?

I wemt drinking in Harajuku
on a cool, autumn afternoon
when I met an old friend who had seen
better times.
He took a drink and said

I'm no stepping stool
No punching bag
I have nothing against the world
What is down now will go up.
Thank you very much.