In every other song that I've heard lately, some fellow gets shot And his baby and his best friend both die with him, as likely as not In half of the other songs, some cat's crying or ready to die We've lost most of our happy people, and I'm wondering why. (Chorus:) Let's think about living, let's think about loving Let's think about the whooping and hopping and bopping and the lovie, lovie doving Let's forget about the whining and the crying, and the shooting and the dying and the fellow with a switchblade knife Let's think about living, let's think about live. We lost old Marty Robbins down in El Paso a little while back And now Miss Patti Page or one of them is wearing black And Cathy's Clown* has Don and Phil where they feel like they could die If we keep on a-losing out singer like that, I'll be the only one you can buy. Chorus (bis) |: Let's think about living, let's think about live :|
*Anspielung auf einen Song der Everly Brothers