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[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...