The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'til he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'Round the [bad word] of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say about Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it [bad word] roaring back again

Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world

The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

God tempers all the winds for the new shorn lambs
The devil knows the bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say about Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it [bad word] roaring back again

For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
shoe was lost
For want of a life
knife was lost
For want of a toy
child was lost

And misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row!
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row!
Everybody row, everybody row!
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row!
Everybody row, everybody row!
Everybody row!
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row!
Everybody row!