Common as the cold 
Up for sale, never sold 
Getting older and it shows 
Your disappointment only grows 
And no one seems to care 
That you never got your share 
Who said life was fair? 
So smile - it's not so bad 
You lost your health 
Never had no wealth 
So tighten up your belt 
As you gather dust upon some shelf 
You lost by just a nose 
But there's no prize for place or show 
Now, at least, you know 
So smile - it's not so bad 
Tired out and broken down 
You've played the field and made the rounds 
Now you're stuck in this one-horse town 
Your only solace is the sound of melody and verse 
Though your bag's about to burst 
Others have it worse 
So smile - it's not so bad