Life's a Funny Proposition After All

Did you ever sit and ponder; sit and wonder, sit and think
why we're here and what this life is all about?
It's a problem that has driven many brainy men to drink.
It's the weirdest thing they've tried to figure out.
About a thousand different theories the scientists can show,
but never yet a proof or reason why
with all we've thought, and all we're taught, why all we seem to know
is we're born, live a while, then we die.
Life's a very funny proposition after all:
imagination, jealousy, hypocrisy and all.
Three meals a day, a whole lot to say.
When you haven't got the coin you're always in the way.
Everybody's fighting as we wend our way along.
Every fellow claims the other fellow's in the wrong.
Hurried and worried until we're buried; there's no curtain call.
Life's a very funny proposition after all.
When things are coming easy, and when luck is with a man,
then life to him is sunshine everywhere.
Then, the fates blow rather breezy; they quite upset a plan
and he'll cry 'this life's a burden, hard to bear.'
Though today may be a day of smiles, tomorrow's still in doubt.
What brings me joy may bring you care and woe.
We're born to die, but don't know why or what it's all about.
The more we try to learn, the less we know.
Life's a very funny proposition, you can bet.
And no one's ever solved the problem properly as yet.
Young for a day, then and grey
like a rose that buds and blooms and fades,and falls away.
Losing health in search of wealth as through this dream we tour.
Everything's a guess and nothing's absolutely sure.
Battles exciting, fates we're fighting until the curtains fall.
Life's a very funny proposition after all.