You've got an invalid haircut

It hurts when you smile

You'd better get out of town

Before your nickname expires

It's the kingdom of the spiders

It's the empire of the ants

You need a permit to walk around downtown

You need a license to dance



Life'll kill ya

That's what I said

Life'll kill ya

Then you'll be dead

Life'll find ya

Wherever you go

Requiescat in pace

That's all she wrote



From the President of the United States

To the lowliest rock and roll star

The doctor is in and he'll see you now

He don't care who you are

Some get the awful, awful diseases

Some get the knife, some get the gun

Some get to die in their sleep

At the age of a hundred and one



Life'll kill ya

That's what I said

Life'll kill ya

Then you'll be dead

Life'll find ya

Wherever you go

Requiescat in pace

That's all she wrote



Maybe you'll go to heaven

See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou

Maybe you'll be reincarnated

Maybe that stuff's true

If you were good

Maybe you'll come back as someone nice

And if you were bad

Maybe you'll have to pay the price



Life'll kill ya

That's what I said

Life'll kill ya

Then you'll be dead

Life'll find ya

Wherever you go

Requiescat in pace

That's all she wrote




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