You've got to be good or as bad as the devil.
I don't need words. It's all in the phrasing.
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Oh, yeah.
Making money ain't nothing exciting to me. You might be able to buy a little better booze than the wino on the corner. But you get sick just like the next cat and when you die you're just as graveyard dead as he is.
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world