Bugles 'n Prings

Once in my life I was sitting on my couch Life drifted by Sitting in front of that screen too much With an empty bag of potatoe fries Looking at that empty bag, needed to be filled Endlessly Walking to my kitchen floor, opening my cupboard door Frequently Then it suddenly got to me I needed to be freed I've got my Bugles 'n Prings And just a few thousand hours I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up And give life what it takes And whatever it brings You've got to give it your best shot You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up And take life for what it is So I took my bag and stuff walking out that door So lonely Looking for a place to hide, ashamed of what I'd done To my soul Then I saw this holy house Welcoming me in I've got my Bugles 'n Prings And just a few thousand hours I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up And give life what it takes And whatever it brings You've got to give it your best shot You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up And take life for what it is I've got my Bugles 'n Prings (and just a few thousand hours) I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up And whatever it brings (you've got to give it your best shot) You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up And take life for what it is