When I was a carpenter
All I saw was saw
Now, I am a sailor
All I see is sea
Today,
The wind was strong and I lost my sail
And I am all at loss
The ship sank and I am hanging to a plank
I am all at sea
But in this time of unease
Imagining good times is easy
So once I get to the shore
I can always fiddle with the fiddle
They say fiddlers are in demand and busy
With such future security
Do I need to worry about my present?
Something tells me I should
I think I should look sad now
‘Cause this plank has holes in it
And I have no energy left to swim!
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