I say a cheerful hello ten times everyday, But, the reactions leave me in a state of dismay, Words and hand gestures I can't say, An occasional backside display, I guess being cheerful is a job with no pay.
To get up early every day,
And, write an itinerary by which to play,
It's a meaningless job,
For every Tom, Dick and Bob,
It's the life of a salesman gone away.