Life's A Slice

In spite of my advancing years

One thing always remains consistent

My joy for life, love and happiness

The blues are almost nonexistent

Why was I chosen to be the lucky soul

With this devil-may-care attitude

While others can't seem to catch a break

Every day they're screwed and tattooed

Is it just the luck of the draw

Do we really have a say in the matter

You can surely bet your sweet bippy we do

Betcha think I'm mad as a hatter

Where did that silly old saying originate

What is a mad hatter anyway

Must be from the dark ages methinks

Don't hear of those guys nowadays

Okay, seems I've drifted a bit off the track

To get back to my love of life

Guess I'll just let the good times roll

“Jump up and yell, “life's a slice!”