Happiness. It's relative.
Belly up to the old girls’ bar
Stop digging your own grave
Looking down might kill you
It’s happened to other people
People you know
They couldn’t help themselves
Give away your old shoes
Hang the black sweater on the rail
Singing may keep you alive
It’s written in a hardcover book
There’s evidence
A woman lived a thousand years
Sing on, Jan, sing on!
I’m trying!