[Tribute to Frank Sinatra]nnThis is life and I don’t really know if it’s true what they say;nYou’re flying high in April you’ll get shot down in maynThis is life and when you’re hopelessly lost,nYou’ll find the cost and pay the price,nCause, this is life…nnNow I’m not pessimistic but optimistic people really get to me,nYou know the story where the glass is half empty,nOr half full, well if it’s half full you gotta drink it anywaysnAnd all I’m saying is I wanna get someplace soon.nnNot just stay sitting in my room, wondering why water starts to move, here’s a clue... it’s the opposite of condensationn‘The explanation is evaporation!’nnWishful thinkers are pink shirt winkers,nShow ‘em your fingers,n‘Cause it’s quite rude, to be talkin’ with your mouth filled up with food nnWishful thinkers are pink shirt winkers,nShow ‘em your fingers,nYeah, you best quit, talkin’ with your mouth filled nUp with shhh… ‘cause you’re full of itnnThis is life and I don’t really know if it’s true what they say;nYou’re flying high in April you’ll get shot down in maynThis is life and when you’re hopelessly lost,nYou’ll find the cost and pay the price,nCause, this is life…nnSince a young ‘un I’ve always been biting my lipnAnd chewing my nails ‘cuz of the way I constantly failnIf you constantly look at me, it’s undeniable that you’ll seenI’m developing a tic, or has the tic developed me?nnI develop lots of these, every illness and disease..nMy main illness if you please is hypochondria you see?n(What’s that?)nn‘Hypochondria a deluded conviction of having a serious disease’nnI’m not a Barbie boy, ‘cause Barbie boys are not boys,nAdmittedly I learnt what boobies were on my toysnSo, yeah I kinda am a Barbie boy, but does a Barbie boynMake action man and Barbie touch each other’s… Oi!nnJust a small kid, with early sexual motivesnI got a head full of fantasies but I’m hopelessnAt getting what I want, when I want… pleasenTake away action man get Barbie off her kneesnnThis is life and I don’t really know if what they say is true;nYou’re flying high in May you’ll get shot back down in JunenThis is life and when you’re hopelessly lost,nYou’ll find the cost and pay the price,nCause, this is life…nnI’ve been a liar, a bastard, a fake and a fraud… from the gutter to bling! N’nI’ve been up and down and over and out and I still know nothingnEach time I find myself, flat on my face, back of the racenI just… pick myself up and get the frig out of this placennI’ve been a liar… a bastard… from gutter to blingnI’ve been a fake… a fraud… and still I know nothingnI know nothing, ‘cause nothing’s all I knownAnd if the way to go is only forward then onwards this show must go.nnThis is life and I don’t really know if what they say’s a lie;nThat if you’re flying high in June you’ll get shot down in JulynThis is life and when you’re hopelessly lost,nYou’ll find the cost and pay the price,nCause, this is life…