The time of my life, a record of myself

An accurate sketch of perfect health

A roof on my head, shoes on my feet

Plenty of room, plenty to eat



Been very far, made lots of friends

And I love my mother, hope to see her again

I'm a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me

I laugh often so I suppose I'm gonna be fine



Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing"

And that's all we do 

We just write and play and write and play and write and...



Here, here and here

He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

He said "here, here and here"

He pointed to his heart and mind and ears



Here, here and here

He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

He said "here, here and here"

He pointed to his heart and mind and ears



Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)

Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)



Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)

Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)