Life Is Hard - Timbuk 3

Betty’s in a wet T-shirt, feeling foolish and vain

Looking like some housecat that got caught out in the rain

Staring into the mirror at this less-than-pretty picture

Feeling ten years older now, and fifty bucks richer

Life is hard

Can’t buy happiness no matter what you do

Can’t get to heaven on roller skates

Can’t take a taxi cab to Timbuktu

Paul was a poor little rich boy, he never had to cry

Whenever he complained of aches and pains the doctors would drop by

Now he goes to parties with the prettiest girls in town

They get paid five hundred dollars just to kick him when he’s down

Life is hard

Can’t buy happiness no matter what you do

Can’t get to heaven on roller skates

Can’t take a taxi cab to Timbuktu

Life is hard

Life is hard

Life is hard

Can’t buy happiness no matter what you do

Can’t get to heaven on roller skates

Can’t take a taxi cab to Timbuktu

After he stiffed a waitress, and ran out on his tab

Big Mac had a heart attack in the back of a Yellow Cab

By the time the sound of the siren said the ambulance was coming

His heart had stopped beating, but the meter was still running

Life is hard

Can’t buy happiness no matter what you do

Can’t get to heaven on roller skates

Can’t take a taxi cab to Timbuktu

Life is hard

Life is hard

Life is hard

Life is hard

Ain’t no escaping when the rent comes due

Can’t get to heaven on roller skates

Can’t take a taxi cab to Timbuktu