One, two, three, four

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 cats cryin'
Well I wish I could die
Lost most of our happy people
I'ma wonderin' why

Let's think about livin', let's think about lovin'
Let's think about the hoopin' and the hoppin'
And the boppin' and the lovey, lovey dovin'

Let's forget about the whinin'
The cryin', the shootin' and the dyin'
The fellow with the switch blade knife
Let's think about livin', let's think about life

We lost ol' Marty Bobbins
Down in El Paso a hile back
And now Miss Patty Page or one of them
Is a wearin' black

And Cathy's Clown has Don and Phil
Where they feel like they could die
If we keep on a losin' our singers like that
I'll be the only one you can buy

Let's think about livin', let's think about lovin'
Let's think about the hoopin' and the hoppin'
And the boppin' and the lovey, lovey dovin'

Let's forget about the whinin'
The cryin', the shootin' and the dyin'
The fellow with the switch blade knife
Let's think about livin', let's think about life

Let's think about livin', let's think about lovin'
Let's think about the hoopin' and the hoppin'
And the boppin' and the lovey, lovey dovin'

Let's forget about the whinin'
The cryin', the shootin' and the dyin'
The fellow with the switch blade knife
Let's think about livin', let's think about life
Let's think about livin', let's think about life

Writer : B. BRYANT
Copyright : Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS