Gilbert O’Sullivan - I've Never Been Short of a Smile lyrics
[Gilbert O’Sullivan - I've Never Been Short of a Smile lyrics]
As you know when the girl of your dreams
Doesn't seem to exist
If you want my opinion then here's what it is
Don't tell your wife she'll kill ya
And who knows maybe one day you'll wake up
And walk to the door
Where's she's waiting impatient this
Daughter of yours
Saying give me away dad will ya
Try proving suicide is painless
And who are those that claim this
The only way to die and to die again
As I recall I entertain an empty hall
Doesn't bother me in the slightest
If a mirror's cracked
It could be that a missing
Screw is all it lacked
I'll walk under ladders but the
Funny thing is each time i do I go flying
I've had moments when depression
Seemed the only cure
Days when doubts were all about
But now I'm sure
Despite loosing battles that I know
If I could win
I've never been short of a smile
As you know you can stand to
Attention while wiggling your toes
It's a breach of the rules
But in boots I suppose you could be forgiven
As you go into work on a Sunday
You hazard guess wasn't Sunday the one day
We all used to rest
I've never been short of smile
You cannot have your cake and eat it
But given a piece why keep it
What purpose is being served
If you leave it lying on a tray
Only to be thrown away
If invited to a party as a rule of thumb
If there's not a kitchen in it I won't come
I known that it's boring but at
Least you don't have to speak
You just up the heat
If there's one good thing about me
Then it ought to be
Even when I'm up against adversity
Despite my misgivings on the
Shape that I'm in
I've never been short of a smile
(It's so easy to forget
Every time you draw your
Breath, Should be hung up on the wall
A reminder to us all)
That however much we moan
All our lives we've only one to live
To be or not to be what is it
About this phrase that gives it
A meaning so profound
That if Shakespeare were here today
I bet he'd throw it all away
Doesn't bother me the slightest if
A cat is black
It could be that a pot of paint
Had turned him that I'll walk
Under ladders but the funny thing every
Time I do I go flying
I've had moments when depression
Seemed the only cure
Days when I was burning up
Now I'm sure despite
My resentment of the pain I was in
I've never been short of a smile
Doesn't seem to exist
If you want my opinion then here's what it is
Don't tell your wife she'll kill ya
And who knows maybe one day you'll wake up
And walk to the door
Where's she's waiting impatient this
Daughter of yours
Saying give me away dad will ya
Try proving suicide is painless
And who are those that claim this
The only way to die and to die again
As I recall I entertain an empty hall
Doesn't bother me in the slightest
If a mirror's cracked
It could be that a missing
Screw is all it lacked
I'll walk under ladders but the
Funny thing is each time i do I go flying
I've had moments when depression
Seemed the only cure
Days when doubts were all about
But now I'm sure
Despite loosing battles that I know
If I could win
I've never been short of a smile
As you know you can stand to
Attention while wiggling your toes
It's a breach of the rules
But in boots I suppose you could be forgiven
As you go into work on a Sunday
You hazard guess wasn't Sunday the one day
We all used to rest
I've never been short of smile
You cannot have your cake and eat it
But given a piece why keep it
What purpose is being served
If you leave it lying on a tray
Only to be thrown away
If invited to a party as a rule of thumb
If there's not a kitchen in it I won't come
I known that it's boring but at
Least you don't have to speak
You just up the heat
If there's one good thing about me
Then it ought to be
Even when I'm up against adversity
Despite my misgivings on the
Shape that I'm in
I've never been short of a smile
(It's so easy to forget
Every time you draw your
Breath, Should be hung up on the wall
A reminder to us all)
That however much we moan
All our lives we've only one to live
To be or not to be what is it
About this phrase that gives it
A meaning so profound
That if Shakespeare were here today
I bet he'd throw it all away
Doesn't bother me the slightest if
A cat is black
It could be that a pot of paint
Had turned him that I'll walk
Under ladders but the funny thing every
Time I do I go flying
I've had moments when depression
Seemed the only cure
Days when I was burning up
Now I'm sure despite
My resentment of the pain I was in
I've never been short of a smile