Life’s A Funny Proposition After All

By George M. Cohan
Did you ever sit and ponder, sit and wonder, sit and think
Why we’re here and what this life is all about?
It’s a problem that has driven many brainy men to drink:
It’s the weirdest thing they’ve tried to figure out.
About a thousand different theories, all the scientists can show,
But never yet have proved a reason why.
With all we’ve thought, and all we’ve taught, why all we seem to know
Is, we’re born and live a while and then we die.

Chorus
Life’s a funny proposition, after all -
Imagination, jealously, hypocrisy and gall -
When you haven’t got the coin you’re always in the way.
Everybody’s fighting as we wend our way along;
Every fellow claims the other fellow’s in the wrong;
Hurried and worried until we’re buried, and there’s no curtain call -
Life’s a funny proposition, after all.

When all things are coming easy, and when luck is with a man,
Why his life to him is sunshine everywhere;
Then the fates blow rather breezy and they quite upset a plan;
Then he’ll cry that life’s a burden hard to bear.
Though today may be a day of smiles, tomorrow’s still in doubt,
And what brings me joy may bring you care and woe;
We’re born to die, but don’t know why, or what it’s all about.

Chorus
Life’s a funny proposition, you can bet,
And no one’s solved the problem as yet;
Young for a day, then old and gray,
Like the rose that buds and blooms and fades and falls away
Losing health to gain our wealth, as through this life we tour,
Everything’s a guess and nothing’s absolutely sure;
Battles exciting and fates we’re fighting until the curtain’s fall -
Life’s a very funny proposition, after all.