Book of love in front of me 
Tries to bite my chin; 
Angel right behind my shoulder 
Waits to do me in; 
I wish I had a heart 
To walk me like a dog - 
But life's a sweet thing, 
Going up in smoke. 

Used to be a passenger, 
Now they take me as their own; 
Used to be a fisher-king 
But now my cross is gone. 
I wish I had some faith, 
But all I do is talk - 
And life's a sweet thing, 
Going up in smoke. 

We could be engineers, 
We could drive a coach; 
Could be real New Age 
With positive approach. 
I wish I still could laugh, 
I wish it was a joke - 
But life's a sweet thing, 
Going up in smoke.