So What’s the Use? Songtext
von Tiny Tim

(Spoken)
So What′s the Use, sung by Mister Bob Roberts, Harrison
Record about nineteen eight. (End spoken)

(Sung)
Some call this the best ol' world that nature could contrive
One thing′s sure, that none of us get out of it alive
Things go on, you're apt to hear them much the same old style
Makes you wonder sometimes whether anything's worthwhile
No one knows just where this world is going to so fast
Life is one conundrum which we all give up at last
All the dreaming, all the scheming, since the days of yore
Seems to land us just precisely where we were before


So what′s the use of all these stunning little babies
Growing up to homely men?
Oh, what′s the use of people growing old and dying
If we must be born again?
Oh, what's the use of lending anyone a five-spot
If next day he borrows ten?
Most single folks instead would always wish that they would wed
And those who are wish they were dead
So what′s the use?

What's the use of drinking if you′ve always got the thirst?
Twenty drinks will make you far more thirstier than the first
Seems to me to take a bath is quite a hopeless case
You'll get dirty once again, then wash the same old face
What′s the use of giving good advice to people now?
Wise men need it not, and fools don't take it anyhow
'Take a straight and narrow path,′ the parsons always say
What′s the use of telling that to people on Broadway?

Oh, what's the use of fellows having lots of push
If someone else has got the pull?
Oh, what′s the use of speculating all your cash?
If you're a bear, you make a bull
Oh, what′s the use of people saying you're a bear
If then they fleece you for your wool?
It′s just the old bull con
You're just the lamb of legger on
You're out of luck and when it′s gone
Oh, what′s the use?