The Bright Side

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Verse

Oh, what a lovely morning, yes the sun is shining bright

The birds are singing melodies, the world is feeling oh so right.

I've got my favourite socks on, I've had my cup of tea,

There's not a single thing that could upset someone like me

(Mm mdo mmdmm ddo doodo odoodo odo)

Verse

I waved hello to Mrs. Higgins walking down the lane,

She said the weather forecast didn't call for any rain.

My garden's looking fabulous, the daffodils are out,

So tell me, what's the point of ever carrying a pout?

(Mmmm la la la)

Chorus

'Cause you gotta look on the bright side, keep a whistle on your lips

Don't worry 'bout the mortgage or the stock exchange eclipse.

Just grab a lovely lady, or a gentleman, or both,

To waste a single second of this life would be uncouth

Yes, take a massive breath of air and let that breath come out

'Cause that is what this crazy universe is all about.

Interlude

Verse

Now some folk like to worry 'bout the state of global debt,

Or fret about the arguments upon the internet.

They bickker over politics and who is right or wrong,

Instead of simply joining in a cheerful little song

Verse

The temperature is rising to a thousand-odd degrees,

Which really does wonders for my grandmother's knees.

The compasses are spinning and the neighbours take to flight,

But panicking in public is appallingly impolite

Bridge

The news reader is weeping on the BBC screen,

It’s quite the most emotive television I have ever seen

He's muttering about a rocky body up in the sky,

An asteroid the size of Wales is dropping from on high

The scientists are panicking, the governments have fled,

In roughly seven minutes every one of us is dead

But let's not let it ruin this spectacular soirée!

We'll tickle on the Ivories as the planet blows away

Piano Solo

Chorus

So you gotta look on the bright side as the atmosphere ignites

Don't worry 'bout your pension or your petty human rights

Just grab a lovely lady, or a gentleman, or both,

Before we're blasted sideways through the burning undergrowth

Yes, take a massive breath of air

*cough*

The oxygen is gone

But God almighty, doesn't this old piano rumble on

End Of The World