Mick Brady: Lyrics

When I was just a baby sitting in my pram

Sucking on a bottle, eating bread and jam

It was warm and cosy and I felt great

Thought this world was the coolest place

Daddy used to bounce me on his knee

Momma used to pick me up and cuddle me

Neighbours coming round going goo-goo-goo

There wasn’t much of nothing that I had to do

At an early age, I guess you could say, I sensed it

Life’s too good, there ought to be a law against it

 

Since we’ve grown up it’s gotten better still

It’s been laugh after laugh and thrill after thrill

Got music and songs and late-night sessions

Who says you gotta die before you get into heaven?

Drinking cold beer in the afternoons

Playing along with old country tunes

Guitar, bass, drums and pedal steel

What more could you ask, we’ve been living the dream

If it isn’t broke, why would you want to mend it?

Life’s too good, there ought to be a law against it

 

Now we may be getting on but we’re doing ok

We’ve still got a million more songs to play

Someone please lock us up with a case of red wine

Electric guitars and a whole lot of time

Maybe we’re childish and we’re immature

Development arrested (too late for a cure!)

But a pessimist can drown in a half empty pool

While an optimist is laughing coming out of the womb

It’s what we believe in, maybe we’ll live to repent it

Life’s too good there ought to be a law against it

 

It’s all there in Freud (o.k. - I know we’ve condensed it)

Life’s too good there ought to be a law against it

Jesus said it too and you can bet your bottom dollar he meant it

Life’s too good there ought to be a law against it

What the hell is wrong with admitting that you’re contented

Life’s too good there ought to be a law against it

 

© Mick Brady