Tim Minchin - Some People Have It Worse Than Me lyrics

rate me

Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47

And I can't believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day

And the magnificent magnitude of my morning erection

Merely mocks me like the sun in its optimistic greeting of the day

Managing to manifest a modicum of motivation

I meander to the kitchen make a mission out of mixing Nescafe

But the milk is going off and coffee by itself is bitter

And there's ants all through the sugar

And the supermarket's miles a-fucking-way

My life is pretty sad

But I know that I should be glad

I could be a starving Ethiope

Or a policeman in Baghdad

Policeman in Baghdad

(Baghdad)

At 11:53 I instigate the day's ablutions

In the hope my constitution can be altered by some action on the bowl

But the total non-existence of colonic animation

Seems to me the perfect metaphor for the utter constipation of my soul

By 11:59 I have decided that my life would be immediately improved

By a carefully written list of short-term goals

But by 12:05 my list consists of one-dot put some pants on

Two-dot go to the shop, buy some prunes and Panadol

My life is pretty shit

But I know I shouldn't whinge about it

I could be a Palestinian

Driving buses on the Gaza strip

Yeah how bad can it be?

Some people have it worse than me

I could be an Ipswich prostitute

Or Gary Glitter's family

I have no right to cry

Some people have it worse than I

I could be a thalidomide kid

With something in my eye

Something in my eye

(My eye)

At 12:30 I realise I'm feeling so dejected

That I've totally neglected the beginning of the Jerry Springer show

So I settle on the sofa try to focus an iota of my motor-neurons

On the brilliant insights for which Jerry is known

And although on any other day a show entitled "Midgets, Midgets, Midgets"

Would excite me like a virgin at her year eleven ball

Today those little jelly-wresting fellas fail to free me of my misery

Instead they simply serve to make me feel three foot tall

But how bad can it be?

Some people have it worse than me

I could be a junior life safer

On a Banda Aceh beach

Or a woman in Afghanistan

Or a Jew in the Ku Klux Klan

Or the architect of the World Trade Centre

Or a bobcat driver in Bam Iran

I could have my identity mistaken

As a bomber in an underground station

I could be a peace-loving speech writer

In George W's administration

Yeah, I know that I don't have the right

To be unhappy with my life

I could be Hitler's mother

Or Shane Warne's wife

Yeah, I know that I shouldn't be bitchin'

I could be in a worse position

I could be a 3-nippled naturopath

In the days of the Spanish

In the Spanish inquisition

I know I have no right, no right to cry

Some people have it much, much worse than I

I could have a serious nut allergy

And be shipwrecked on an island with a crate of Snickers bars,

A jar of Nutella and a fresh baked pecan pie

Some people have it worse than I!