Life Is What You Make It

Well, it occured to me, this very morning That every day lays out like Sunday for me I sit around and watch the washing, dance around with Sally I bust my automatic chance, a nine to five, I don't think I'd survive I raced inside to find the meaning in the dictionary I'm the cat and my guitar, so all so quite contrary That's enough, I'm Bohemian, I'm not what I might seem And I'm no baker or no butcher, candlemaker Each day is like a dream boat Go gently down the stream Oh, life is what you make it, it's true Each day is like a dream boat Go gently down the stream Oh, life is what you make it, it's true Thinking what it might mean if I make a start As I walk towards the bus stop, I wish I had a car Inside this view, the wheels go round, the people up and down Feeling like a lady leisure, maybe it's my lucky shirt If my arms fail and my pieces are no more And life decides to lead me to another closing door I won't be needing horses or the suitable king's men I can put me all back together again Each day is like a dream boat Go gently down the stream Oh, life is what you make it, it's true Each day is like a dream boat Go gently down the stream Oh, life is what you make it, it's true Eight days around the garden Waiting for the thoughts to grow Skipping stones in rows and circles Inventing brand new ways to go And later on, I battle rules and shopping centres Cupboard's bare, the dog forgot to mention My family's coming round to eat and laugh and play And share with me something I call another lazy Sunday Each day is like a dream boat Go gently down the stream Oh, life is what you make it, it's true Each day is like a dream boat Go gently down the stream Oh, life is what you make it, it's true Make it, it's true, oh, life is what you make it Gently down stream, go gently down Go gently down stream, go gently down Make it