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When I was young, I was told to work hard,
And to make someone of my self,
Be the best, become a champ
And put trophies on my shelf.
So strive I did, through toil and tears,
To have my star shine above the rest.
But now I find, ‘twas all in vain,
Because, to be somebody, is not the best.
I think that to be a nobody
Is the thing I want to be,
Because nobody has it all
And nobody is totally free.
I know that nobody can do it all.
So “I’m a nobody!” will be my motto.
And I’ll be rich when I hear those words,
That “nobody won last night’s lotto.”
When you call my home, the phone rings and rings,
Because nobody is at home.
And if you don’t like this verse, you can’t complain,
Because nobody wrote this poem.
“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen,”
So it’s nobody that you can call.
It doesn’t matter what you ask,
Because nobody knows it all.
Nobody can do everything.
So my work is never shoddy.
I’m always right. I never err.
Because “nobody’s perfect, and I’m a nobody.”
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