No, I don't have a big house.
And my landlord is kicking me out.
I've haven't had a girl for a long time.
I don't mind all that.
Because every day is kind of perfect.
Not a single day with thoughts like: I want to run away.
Because I'm good.
My account doesn't overflow with money.
But a bad thing rhymes with sunny.
You wonder what this is about.
Don't take life so seriously.
Then you will notice...
Every day is kind of perfect.
Not a single day with thoughts like: I want to run away.
Because I'm good.
Yeah,
I am good, I can't complain.
I have all I need and a little bit more than that.
You say life isn't fair.
Well, then take a sip and everything isn't so serious.
And if you still have no fun,
work your ass off,
are stuck for 8 hours in the office
with your boss, that jerk.
Well, then copy me and say: Stop, that's it.
Look for another job that you enjoy.
And I swear,
wait and see.
Before the alarm goes off, you are wide awake...
jump out of bed because you are up for the day.
Because every day is kind perfect.
Not a single day with thoughts like: I want to run away.
Because I'm good. (yeah)