Are you happy with your score?
Or do you need a little more?
Tho’ days are few
We continue
To wait for tomorrows.

When all is said, when all is done,
We’ll all again be skeletons.
Why pick a bone?
Why die alone?
Let’s live again as bros.

Yohoho yoho ho ho
Yohoho yoho ho ho

The sun’s about to dip its head.
Come, break a little country bread.
We’ll half and half
And laugh a laugh
And shoo away the crows.

We’ll feed the pigs the crusty parts
And revel in their trusty farts.
We’ll shave our hair
And say a prayer
Until again it grows.

Yohoho yoho ho ho
Yohoho yoho ho ho

The pride of leading worthy lives –
It isn’t worth the butter knives
We proudly gave
The blinded knave
To help him with his throws.

So, trust the voice we hear inside
And live by virtues we decide
Until we lie
And say goodbye
In coffinated rows.

Yohoho yoho ho ho
Yohoho yoho ho ho