A TERRIBLE YEAR

The year that I was born, it was a terrible year.
It was a terrible year for one and all,
Especially my Dad, it turned out so bad,
He was quite forlorn;
The year that I was born.

When I became a teen, it was a terrible year.
It was a terrible year, I bunked off school
And then ran away, well I just couldn’t stay,
I dyed my hair green,
When I became a teen.

When I was forty-four, it was a terrible year.
It was a terrible year; my wife had affairs
With several of my friends; drove me clean round the bend.
She still wanted more,
When I was forty-four.

And now my hair has gone, and all my teeth have fallen out.
And at the end of the day I sit and think
What might have been, if I had only seen.
Now it’s ended in tears,
After those terrible years.