As we stumble along   on life's funny journey.   As we stumble along   into the blue.   We look here and we look there.   Seeking answers anywhere.   Never sure of where to turn or what to do.      Still we bumble our way   through life's crazy labyrinth.   Barely knowing left from right   nor right from wrong.   And the best that we can do   is hope a blue bird,   will sing his song   as we stumble along.      It's a dismal little world in which we live.   It can bore you till you've nothing left to give.   Seven overrated wonders, sever underwhelming seas.   Six excruciating continents.   Antarctica. Oh please!   But you mustn't let it lick you this planet oh so bland.   Keep your eyeball on the highball   in your hand.      As we stumble along   'cross life's crowded dance floors.   As we push and we shove   we live and we learn.   And when we finally leave the bar,   And we see that morning star,   we pull our boot straps up   and homeward turn.      Then we stumble away   through dawns blinding sunbeams.   Barely knowing right from right   nor left from wrong.   But as long as we can hear that little blue bird   There'll be a song   as we stumble along.   As we stumble,   bumble,   fumble,   plumble,      As we stumble along.