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 Cat's crying or ready to die
We've lost most of our happy people and I'm wondering why.
Let's think about living, let's think about loving
Let's think about the whoopin' and the hoppin'
And the boppin' and the lovie, dovie dovin';
Let's forget about the whinin' and the cryin'
And the shooting and the dying
And the fellow with a switchblade knife -
Let's think about living, let's think about life.
We lost old Marty Robbins down in old El Paso a little while back,
And now Miss Patti Page, or one of them, is a-wearing black.
And Cathy's Clown has Don and Phil where they feel like a-they could die;
If we keep on a-losin' our singers like that,
I'll be the only one you can buy!