Lyrics:

Wilbur: Spoken- 'Tracy, my little petunia, even I used
To get discouraged about the future. Luckily, I had a
Wonderful family to turn to.'

When I was a tot not much older than three
My father would sit me on his one good knee
He hacked and he coughed from those three packs a day
But he still found the lung-power to say:
'Ohhh, the… future looks dark, may be troubles ahead
You at least have tomorrow but I may be dead.'
Then he yelled from the can taking his final piss:
'Kid! it doesn't get better than this!'

Wilbur: Spoken- 'Feel better, Tracy?'
Tracy: Spoken- 'Um… Sorta…'
Wilbur: Spoken- 'Alright, then, listen to this!'

My mother loved dope, and tobacco she'd chew
Each morning at breakfast she'd knock back a few
She walked me to school with her eyes shiny red;
I can still smell her breath as she said:
'Ohhh, the… future looks bright, Wilbur, don't make a fuss.'
Then she stepped off the curb, and got hit by a bus
So, don't wait for the future. It's all hit or miss
Kid, it doesn't get better than this

Oh, No! Don't count your troubles. Things may take a turn for the worse
Life keeps sticking you up, till' they're picking you up in a hearse. Oh, Nurse!

My uncle wore raincoats though it never rained
He showed off the lining, till' someone complained
When he got arrested, he said: 'What the hell!'
And he wrote me this note from his cell:
'Ohhh, the… future looked grim when the judge gave me life
But I've hung up my raincoat 'cause I found a wife
Yes, Herman and I live in pure wedded bliss
Kid, it doesn't get better than this.'

Sooo, your…future looks bleak and you can't find your smile
Baby, life's just a joke, why not laugh for a while?
Now, how 'bout a hug? Give your old man a kiss!
Tracy: Spoken- 'Daddy…'
'Cause it doesn't get better than this
No, it doesn't… get better… than this…