Here he comes

Mister Whiz

Sound the drums

Here he is

Raconteur

Bon vivant

Tell us sir

What we want to know

The modus operandi

A dandy should use

When he is feeling low

When the winds are blowing

Yes

That's the time to smile

Oh

Learn how to laugh

Learn how to love

Learn how to live

That's my style

When the rent is owing

Yes

What's the use of tears

Oh

I'd rather laugh

I'd rather love

I'd rather live

In arrears

Some fellows sweat to get to be millionaires

Some have a sport they're devotees of

Some like to be the champs

At saving postage stomps

Me I like to live

Me I like to laugh

Me I like to love

Some like to sink and think in their easy chairs

Of all the things they've risen above

Some like to be profound

By reading Proust and Pound

Me I like to live

Me I like to laugh

Me I like to love

Success is swell

And success is sweet

But every height has a drop

The less achievement

The less defeat

What's the point of shovin'

Your way to the top

Live 'n' laugh 'n' love 'n'

You're never a flop

So when the walls are crumbling

Yes

Don't give up the ship

No

Learn how to laugh

Learn how to love

Learn how to live

That's my tip

When I hear the rumbling

Yes

Do I lose my grip

No

I have to laugh

I have to love

I have to live

That's my trip

When the wind is blowing

That's the time to smile

When the rent is owing

Never lose your style

Some get a boot from shooting off cablegrams

Or buzzing bells to summon the staff

Some climbers get their kicks

From social politics

Me I like to love

Me I live

Me I like

Me I like

I'm so sorry

Some break their asses passing their bar exams

Lay out their lives like lines on a graph

One day they're diplomats

Well bully and congrats

Me I like to love

Me I like to live

Me I Me I

Me I like me

Me I love me

Sorry we'll have to stop

Stop stop

This is just

We'll have to stop

This is just a mess

I'm sorry

I don't love me

I don't

Success is well

And success is sweet

Can you see it Are you blind

But every height has a drop

I'm a fraud It's all a trick This is all a trick

The less achievement

You couldn't love me No one could

The less defeat

You'd be a fool to trust me

What's the point of shovin'

All I do is

Your war to the top

Is hurt you and tell you lies

What's the point of shovin'

I only wanted her until I had her

Your war to the top

After that the job was there

Phyllis