Oh if I hadn't been so stubborn I could have been a great many things I'd have a larger estate And a shorter list of sins I should have been a good boy Like me ma begged me to be Spared her coming back home To find mud up to me knees But I never paid attention I had me head way over me heels Lost through songs and stories Scattered dreams to make real "If only he applied himself" It's what teachers used to say But their aim to be wealthy Well, it never called on me There's no quid, no glory Nor a pat on your back It's a short lived story Told by one of many names "He never fully achieved His potentiality" But I had nothing else to do Than just live happily If I listened to them all I should be already dead Or maybe I'd be a businessman That's an even much worse end But It happened I had a talent Not for singing, not for dance But for wasting money and time Trying to be the man I am I never wanted to take on The whole world with a song But just leave me tiny mark 'Thought soon wiped out and gone I tried to be a curious man But I did it for meself For to see the world and squander Was an all-cure for me health There's no quid, no glory Nor a pat on your back It's a short lived story Told by one of many names "He never fully achieved His potentiality" But I had nothing else to do Than just live happily The words I choose so carefully On a dusty shelf lie will Among some of the greatest That I'm not worth being with More likely they'd be handy To steady a table leg But being so sophomoric I've had me mighty craic For those who come right after me I've some tired old lines to give: Don't be afraid to be Whoever you are meant to be There'll always be a road somewhere Leading us out of despair But don't take life too seriously An drink every drop of it