Lyrics:

(Warren Zevon) You've got an invalid haircut It hurts when you smile You'd better get out of town Before your nickname expires It's the kingdom of the spiders It's the empire of the ants You need a permit to walk around downtown You need a license to dance Life'll kill ya That's what I said Life'll kill ya Then you'll be dead Life'll find ya Wherever you go Requiescat in pace That's all she wrote From the President of the United States To the lowliest rock and roll star The doctor is in and he'll see you now He don't care who you are Some get the awful, awful diseases Some get the knife, some get the gun Some get to die in their sleep At the age of a hundred and one Life'll kill ya That's what I said Life'll kill ya Then you'll be dead Life'll find ya Wherever you go Requiescat in pace That's all she wrote Maybe you'll go to heaven See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou Maybe you'll be reincarnated Maybe that stuff's true If you were good Maybe you'll come back as someone nice And if you were bad Maybe you'll have to pay the price Life'll kill ya That's what I said Life'll kill ya Then you'll be dead Life'll find ya Wherever you go Requiescat in pace That's all she wrote