Lyric Aren t You Glad You re You
do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard s shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not an empty plate.
That s if you appreciate yourself.
Ev ry time you re near a rose,
Aren t you glad you ve got a nose?
And if the dawn is fresh with dew,
Aren t you glad you re you?
When a meadowlark appears,
Aren t you glad you ve got two ears?
And if your heart is singing, too,
Aren t you glad you re you?
You can see a summer sky,
Or touch a friendly hand,
Or taste an apple pie.
Pardon the grammar, but ain t life grand?
And when you wake up each morn,
Aren t you glad that you were born?
Think what you ve got the whole day through,
Aren t you glad you re you?
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard s shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not an empty plate.
That s if you appreciate yourself.
Ev ry time you re near a rose,
Aren t you glad you ve got a nose?
And if the dawn is fresh with dew,
Aren t you glad you re you?
When a meadowlark appears,
Aren t you glad you ve got two ears?
And if your heart is singing, too,
Aren t you glad you re you?
You can see a summer sky,
Or touch a friendly hand,
Or taste an apple pie.
Pardon the grammar, but ain t life grand?
And when you wake up each morn,
Aren t you glad that you were born?
Think what you ve got the whole day through,
Aren t you glad you re you?