Some call this the best old world that nature could contrive. One thing's sure: that none of us get out of it alive. Things go on year after year in much the same old style Makes you sometimes wonder whether anything's worth while. No one knows just where the world is going to so fast Life's one great conundrum which we all give up at last All the dreaming, all the scheming, since the days of yore, Seem to land us just precicely where we were before. So what's the use of all the pretty little babies growing up to homely men? So what's the use of people growing old and dying if we must be born again? So what's the use of lending anyone a five-spot if next time they ask for ten? All single folks, tis said, Will always wish that they were wed, And those who are wish they were dead. So what's the use? What's the use of drinking if you've always got a thirst? Seven drinks will leave you far more thirsty than the first. Seems to me to take a bath is quite a hopeless case. You'll get dirty once again and wash the same old face. What's the use of giving good advice to people now? Wise men need it not, and fools won't take it anyhow. "Take the straight and narrow path!", the preachers always say, But what's the use of saying that to people on Broadway? So what's the use of someone having lots of "push" if someone else has got the pull? So what's the use of speculating all your cash? If you're a bear, you make a bull. So what's the use of people saying "You're a bear!" if then they fleece you for your wool? It is the old bull con You're just a lamb and later on You are a lobster when it's gone So what's the use?
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