C'est la vie

Man gets born
into the world
spends his whole time
lookin' for a girl
he wants to get married
take himself a wife
you can hear him say on his wedding day
all that trouble and strife cuts you like a knife
buys himself a home
four square walls
he wants to call his own
he gets himself a mortgage
and lots of trouble and strife
you can hear him say, everyday
That trouble and strife cuts you like a knife
He goes to work each day on the crowded factory floor
just to keep his wife in style like the folks that live next door
he comes home at half past six,
he can’t take nomore
what’s he doing it for?
Man grows old
leaving behind
his good woman to cry
she looks after his children
like the faithful wife
you can hear her say now her man’s away
all that trouble and strife cuts you like a knife