Life's Too Good Word & Music by Mick Brady When I was just a baby sitting in my pram Sucking on a bottle, eating bread and jam It was warm and cosy and I felt great Thought this world was the coolest place Daddy used to bounce me on his knee Momma used to pick me up and cuddle me Neighbours coming round going goo-goo-goo There wasn’t much of nothing that I had to do At an early age, I guess you could say I sensed it Life’s too good, there ought to be a law against it Since we’ve grown up it’s gotten better still It’s been laugh after laugh and thrill after thrill Got music and songs and late-night sessions Who says you gotta die before you get into heaven Drinking cold beer in the afternoons Playing along with old country tunes Guitar, Bass Drums and Pedal Steel What more could you ask - we’ve been living the dream If it isn’t broke, why would you want to mend it? Life’s too good, there ought to be a law against it Now we may be getting on but we’re doing O.K We’ve still got a million more songs to play Someone please lock us up with a case of red wine Electric guitars and a whole lot of time Maybe we’re childish and we’re immature Development arrested, too late for a cure But a pessimist can drown in a half empty pool While an optimist is laughing coming out of the womb It’s what we believe in, maybe we’ll live to repent it But life's too good there ought to be a law against it It’s all there in Freud (o.k. - I know we’ve condensed it) … Jesus said it too and you can bet your bottom dollar he meant it … What the hell is wrong with admitting that you’re contented …