Life Is What You Make It

Well, it occured to me, this very morning
That every day lays out like Sunday for me
I sit around and watch the washing, dance around with Sally
I bust my automatic chance, a nine to five, I don't think I'd survive

I raced inside to find the meaning in the dictionary
I'm the cat and my guitar, so all so quite contrary
That's enough, I'm Bohemian, I'm not what I might seem
And I'm no baker or no butcher, candlemaker

Each day is like a dream boat
Go gently down the stream
Oh, life is what you make it, it's true

Each day is like a dream boat
Go gently down the stream
Oh, life is what you make it, it's true

Thinking what it might mean if I make a start
As I walk towards the bus stop, I wish I had a car
Inside this view, the wheels go round, the people up and down
Feeling like a lady leisure, maybe it's my lucky shirt

If my arms fail and my pieces are no more
And life decides to lead me to another closing door
I won't be needing horses or the suitable king's men
I can put me all back together again

Each day is like a dream boat
Go gently down the stream
Oh, life is what you make it, it's true

Each day is like a dream boat
Go gently down the stream
Oh, life is what you make it, it's true

Eight days around the garden
Waiting for the thoughts to grow
Skipping stones in rows and circles
Inventing brand new ways to go

And later on, I battle rules and shopping centres
Cupboard's bare, the dog forgot to mention
My family's coming round to eat and laugh and play
And share with me something I call another lazy Sunday

Each day is like a dream boat
Go gently down the stream
Oh, life is what you make it, it's true

Each day is like a dream boat
Go gently down the stream
Oh, life is what you make it, it's true

Make it, it's true, oh, life is what you make it
Gently down stream, go gently down
Go gently down stream, go gently down
Make it