Show me the brightside And I look to my house catch-fired And please forgive me if I leave you feeling uninspired My only pleasure is to make that bubble birst I care for confort in the fact that It Could be worse
And tell me there's so many things For wich I should be glad And I'm trully sorry if I made your party guest feel bad Could be I think too much Or maybe I've just cursed? I care for confort in the fact that It Could be worse
I care for confort in the fact that It Could be worse
No ballerina shove me out the way I've got some lucky numbers left to play I wish the day would turn back into birds and fly... ...Away
Show me the brightside And I look to my house catch-fired And please forgive me if I leave you feeling uninspired My only pleasure is to make that bubble birst I care for confort in the fact that It Could be worse
I care for confort in the fact that It Could be worse
I care for confort in the fact that It Could be worse...