I don’t want no probs, you see,
Quiet is surviving.
It’s enough for me to be
Hope sometimes reviving.
I don’t need no fuckin’ problems,
Don’t you worry about that.
I’ve no cause to now involve ’em,
I’m too old and fat.
That might seem to you a curse
In this day and age.
But I think things could be worse,
Tho I ain’t no sage.