Kurt Weill - Song of the Insufficiency of Human Endeavor lyrics

A man lives off his head His head won't see him through Inspect your own; what lives off that? At most, a louse or two For this bleak existence Man is never sharp enough Hence his weak resistance To his tricks and bluff Ay, make yourself a plan They need you at the top Then make yourself a second plan Then let the whole thing drop For this bleak existence Man is never bad enough Though his sheer persistence Can be lovely stuff Ay, race for happiness But don't you race too fast When all chase after happiness Happiness comes in last For this bleak existence Man is never pitiful enough All his bleak existence Is a load of guff Man could be good instead So slap him on the head If you slap him good and hard He may stay good and dead For this bleak existence Man's not good enough just yet Do it without a**istance Slap him on the head