Life could not better be, better be, better be
It could not possibly, no sirrah, sirrah siree
Songs could not gayer be, sound your do re or mi.
Re mi fa so la see fa, la la la, follow me
Why be gloomy? Cut thy nose off to spite thy face?
Listen to me: A nose is hard to replace.
Skies could not bluer be, hearts in love truer be
I'd say for you or me, life couldn't possibly, not even probably,
life couldn't possibly better be
Life could not better be, on a mediaeval spree
knights full of chivalry, villains full of villainy
You'll see as you suspect maidens fair, in silks bedecked
each pride and true effect for the umpteenth time we resurrect
We did research -- authenticity was a must!
Zooks! Did we search! And what did we find?
A lotta dust!
After the dust had cleared, half the cast had a beard
and I'm the one as you can see for whom the bell tolls merrily!
We asked Shakespeare and Francis Bacon would they declare
which one wrote this and they both said: get outta dere!
Which brings us to the plot, plot we got, quite a lot!
As it unfolds you'll see . . . what starts like a scary tale . . . ends like a fairy tale . . .
and life couldn't possibly better be!
