Alas and alack, I turn my back
And nothing moves to strike me.
The world is too sunny, the people too funny,
And everyone happens to like me.
No stress have I found, no troubles abound,
And it makes it quite hard to be moody.
I’m alway too happy, my life isn’t crappy,
And women have far-too-nice booties.
It’s unfortunate, aye, that blue is the sky
When I make my job writing the news.
So until something’s bad, I’m off to be sad
And to sing out the life’s perfect blues.
The Daily Travesty 