No man can be miserable

Lyrics:

© WanHu
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There was a man from Liverpool and Georgie was his name
He sought and found the pinnacle of fortune, wealth and fame
At his height of popularity in 1966
A lack of inner happiness was getting on his tits

Fak this furry game of soldiers, Georgie gently sighed
I've got more money, drugs and women, than any man alive
Except for those two bastards, sitting over there
Just because they write the songs, it really isn't fair

But then they went to India, did Georgie and his mates
They took their ukeleles and they learned to meditate
"Life is an illusion", the Maharishi said
"Consciousness has no beginning and no end and if you're dead

You only have to wait a while and then you'll be alive
The cosmic wheel of karma turns and everything survives
You can listen to my lecture, or buy my latest book
But the jist of it's you can’t be sad while strumming on yer uke"

No man can be miserable while strumming on his uke
It can't be misinterpreted like certain holy books
There's Universal Harmony when everything's it tune
And you're sitting like a hunchback, twanging at the moon

If your guitar playing best friend runs off with your wife
Or some psychopathic nutjob comes and stabs you with a knife
Just find a quiet corner, a crannie or a nook
Commune with Divine Consciousness while strumming on your uke.

If you get lung cancer and then you wind up dead
Just realize the universe is messing with your head
As it goes for famous rock stars, so it goes for Ian the cook
No man can be miserable while strumming on his uke

Copyright W. Ian Young 2015