I must have been raised wrong, I believe in being generous. I think people should be loved; That meanness can be onerous. I have seen what evil does And I want no more of that. I don’t think that selfishness Will really feed the captain’s cat.
I have watched back biters And gossips and thieves Bring themselves all unawares To the point where everyone grieves. I have witnessed liars who get Tripped up on their own tales; Regular folks and politicians Get the air taken from their sails.
I know well that our elderly Have already done their job So it’s fine with me if they just Sit around and act like slobs. They took care of us when we Were the indolent folks kids are So, they are entitled to rest, More than we are, by far.
I was raised to let people be If they had some philosophy That did not match mine Or even the vast majority. Someone thinks a different way That’s fine if it hurts no one. Not everybody thinks the same Carnival rides are that much fun.
I saw for myself that people Were individual in so many ways. Different in how they dressed And what they had to say. Some liked sports TV And many preferred the soaps. All of that is fine with me So, why call each other dopes?
Is there something wrong with me That I don’t go along with the crowd? That I don’t enjoy the fights, The sports fans shouting out loud? Am I silly for not slowing down When I pass a wreck on the highway? Well, if I am, then that is fine. I will go on doing things my way.