Death and Taxes

Sing while you're winning, that's what the fellow said.

Might as well sing while you're losing too, cause you will soon be dead.

 

Smile and be happy, that's what you ought to do.

You know you really might as well, cause you'll be dead soon too.

 

Being dead is easy, so no need to be sad.

You're alive right at this moment. so you may as well be glad.

 

Fourteen billion years this universe has been spinning.

You've been dead for most of that, so sing out while you're winning.

 

Reasons to be cheerful, that's what the geezer said.

I liked that bloke, he was a real card, but look! The bugger's dead!

 

Sing while you're winning, that's what the fellow said.

We might as well sing while we still have breath, for soon we'll all be dead.

 

Life places on your face such a maudlin frown,

But considering you're still breathing, why not turn it upside down?

Death and taxes can't be dodged, we all take that as read.

But at least the twat who swipes your cash will wind up just as dead.

 

Smile is what they told me, it could be a lot worse.
Then I realised just how right they were, as I watched a passing hearse.

 

The same fate awaits us all, dying our final act.

All new people in one hundred years and that's a simple fact.

 

So sing while you're winning, just as the fellow said.
Unless heaven truly waits for us, you can't sing once you're dead.