You've got an invalid haircut
It hurts when you smile
You'd better get out of town

Before your nickname expires
It's the kingdom of the spiders
It's the empire of the ants

You need a permit to walk around downtown
You need a license to dance


Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya

Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go

Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote


From the President of the United States
To the lowliest rock and roll star
The doctor is in and he'll see you now

He don't care who you are
Some get the awful, awful diseases
Some get the knife, some get the gun

Some get to die in their sleep
At the age of a hundred and one


Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya

Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go

Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote


Maybe you'll go to heaven
See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou
Maybe you'll be reincarnated

Maybe that stuff's true
If you were good
Maybe you'll come back as someone nice

And if you were bad
Maybe you'll have to pay the price


Life'll kill ya
That's what I said
Life'll kill ya

Then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya
Wherever you go

Requiescat in pace
That's all she wrote