| Wilbur: Spoken- «Tracy, my little petunia, even I used
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| to get discouraged about the future. |
| Luckily, I had a Wonderful family to turn to.»
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| When I was a tot not much older than three,
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| My father would sit me on his one good knee.
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| He hacked and he coughed from those three packs a day,
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| But he still found the lung-power to say:
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| «Ohhh, the… future looks dark, may be troubles ahead.
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| You at least have tomorrow but I may be dead.»
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| Then he yelled from the can taking his final piss:
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| «Kid! |
| it doesn’t get better than this!»
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| Wilbur: Spoken- «Feel better, Tracy?»
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| Tracy: Spoken- «Um… Sorta…»
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| Wilbur: Spoken- «Alright, then, listen to this!»
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| My mother loved dope, and tobacco she’d chew.
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| Each morning at breakfast she’d knock back a few.
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| She walked me to school with her eyes shiny red;
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| I can still smell her breath as she said:
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| «Ohhh, the… future looks bright, Wilbur, don’t make a fuss.»
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| Then she stepped off the curb, and got hit by a bus.
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| So, don’t wait for the future. |
| It’s all hit or miss.
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| Kid, it doesn’t get better than this.
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| Oh, No! |
| Don’t count your troubles. |
| Things may take a turn for the worse.
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| Life keeps sticking you up, till' they’re picking you up in a hearse. |
| Oh, Nurse!
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| My uncle wore raincoats though it never rained.
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| He showed off the lining, till' someone complained.
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| When he got arrested, he said: «What the hell!»
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| And he wrote me this note from his cell:
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| «Ohhh, the… future looked grim when the judge gave me life,
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| But I’ve hung up my raincoat 'cause I found a wife.
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| Yes, Herman and I live in pure wedded bliss.
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| Kid, it doesn’t get better than this.»
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| Sooo, your… future looks bleak and you can’t find your smile.
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| Baby, life’s just a joke, why not laugh for a while?
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| Now, how 'bout a hug? |
| Give your old man a kiss!
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| Tracy: Spoken- «Daddy…»
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| 'Cause it doesn’t get better than this.
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| No, it doesn’t… get better… than this… |