No Probs

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.