A5                                 
Now if you wanna be happy let me tell ya how to do it, 
    D5 
You get up in the morning at you get right to it, 
    A5 
You bring home the bacon and you make a little bread, 
E5                                     A5  
Get a little sleepy and you go back to bed. 
D5          E5                      A5  
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Well if everyone says your a little too tall, 

Go out and get yourself a basketball, 

Dye your hair orange and put a ring in your ear, 

And you can make forty-seven million dollars a year. 

Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Now if everyone says your a little too short, 

Go out and get yourself a big old horse, 

You can be a jockey if you ain't got no fear, 

And you can make forty-seven million dollars a year. 

Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Chorus 1: 
A5                                  E5 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
   A5                    
Be good to your sister, good to your brother, 
D5                      B5  
Good to your papa, and good to your mother, 
A5          E5                      A5 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
 
Now if your a con-man looking for a pigeon, 
Go out and start a brand new religion, 
Get on tv and make a money request, 
and they can all go to heaven while they're starving to death, 
Life dont have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Now if everybody says your a little too rough, 
Go out and get yourself some boxing gloves, 
Beat somebody up around the ears  
and you can make forty-seven million dollars a year, 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Chorus 2: 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
Be good to your sister, Good to your brother, 
Might even try to be good to one another, 
Life dont have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Now if everyone says you're a little too slick, 
Go out and get yourself into politics, 
Get that office and get that power, 
And you can spend forty-seven million dollars and hour. 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Now if you can pick a guitar and sing through your nose, 
Get yourself a bunch of cowboy clothes, 
Sing about dieing and shedding those tears, 
And you can loose forty-seven million dollars a year. 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
 
Chorus 3: 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
Don't trouble your mindor worry your soul, 
About stuff you ain't supposed to know, 
Life don't have to mean nothing at all. 
No life don't have to mean nothing at all.