Lyrics Live, Laugh, Love by Stephen Sondheim

Here he comes, Mister Whiz
Sound the drums, here he is
Raconteur, Bon vivant
Tell us sir, what we want to know:
The modus operandi a dandy should use
When he is feeling low

When the winds are blowing

Yes?

That´s the time to smile

Oh?

Learn how to laugh
Learn how to love
Learn how to live
That's my style

When the rent is owing

Yes?

What's the use of tears?

Oh?

I'd rather laugh
I'd rather love
I'd rather live
In arrеars

Some fellows sweat to gеt to be millionaires
Some have a sport they're devotees of
Some like to be the champs
At saving postage stamps

Me, I like to live
Me, I like to laugh
Me, I like to love

Some like to sink and think in their easy chairs
Of all the things they've risen above
Some like to be profound
By reading Post and Pound

Me, I like to live
Me, I like to laugh
Me, I like to love

Success is swell and success is sweet
Every height has a drop
The less achievemen, the less defeat
What's the point of shovin' your way to the top?
Live 'n' laugh 'n' love 'n' you're never a flop

So when the walls are crumbling

Yes?

Don't give up the ship

No

Learn how to laugh
Learn how to love
Learn how to live
That's my tip

When I hear the rumbling

Yes?

Do I lose my grip?

No!

I have to laugh
I have to love
I have to live
That's my trip

Some get a boot from shooting off cablegrams
Or buzzing bells to summon the staff
Some climbers get their kicks
From social politics

Me, I like to live
Me, I like to love
Me, I like to laugh

Some break their asses passing bar exams
Lay out their lives like lines on a graph...
One day they're diplomats
Well, bully and congrats!

Me, I like to love
Me, I like to... love me?
Stop. Stop!

Hey up there!
Way up there!
Whaddaya say, up there?