Some people tell you you're better off dead Especially when you're in the very best of health Me I don't understand why Just like the din of those things that go bump in the night What does it matter Who really cares If you die tomorrow All you get are prayers If there's a God and there might Maybe he's in with those things that go bump in the night Oh, go to a gypsy let her read your palm The minute that she says you've got a lot of charm You think, how incredible I never thought How could anybody have so much power But if on the other hand she says I fear A bit of bad news in the coming year You think what a load of rubbish this is I don't know why I ever bothered with 'it. Who said we're human Who called it sex Who said that three fives are fifteen is correct. Some people tell you you're better off dead Especially when you're in the very best of health. What makes a black man go white Could be the din of those things that go bump in the night. Oh, go to a gypsy let her read your palm The minute that she sa