IT’S A FINE LIFE

High living, high living, how could we ask for more.
All take and no giving, that’s what we all live for.
We kick it, we lick it, life isn’t all that bad.
No mater, we stick it, rarely do we go mad!

If you don’t mind having to work in golf balls*,
It’s a fine life, it’s a fine life.
And you then find you’re having to dodge the rock falls,
It’s a fine life, it’s a fine life.
Though we often heave and sigh,
While we’re working up on high,
There’s a lot of quarrelling and we feel like hollering
But we don’t dare cry.

No stopping, no stopping, life’s a continual race.
Keep running, keep hopping, nobody slacks the pace.
Some bike it, some hike it, some even care to dance.
However, we like it, playing this game of chance.

If you don’t mind having to brave the weather,
It’s a fine life, it’s a fine life.
Then you wont mind having to slave together,
It’s a fine life, it’s a fine life.
Thought the hours are long we find
That we have to stay behind,
And although we’re hurrying, there is no-one worrying,
And we just don’t mind.

If you don’t mind living in isolation,
It’s a fine life, it’s a fine life.
And you’ll soon find we are a happy station,
It’s a fine life, it’s a fine life.
If you’re single on the site,
Or you’re married with a wife,
Life’s a great big jamboree, we’re one happy family,
It’s a fine, fine life!