You all have heard of Solomon

The wisest man on earth

He understood humanity

And so he cursed the hour of his birth

And saw that all was vanity

How great and wise was Solomon!

And yet before the day was done

The world could see where it would end

His wisdom brought him to his bitter end

How fortunate the man with none

The next you see Julius Caesar, what became of him?

They showered praises on his name

And yet they tore him limb from limb

Just when he'd reached the height of his fame.

How loud he cried: “You too, my son!”

And yet before the day was done

The world could see where it would end

His courage brought him to his bitter end

How fortunate the man with none

And now at least you see MacHeath

His life hangs by a hair

Yet while his reason still commanded

There was no greater bandit

Known or feared in all the land

Then one day his heart was won

And see, the day is not yet done

And all can see where it will end

His lusts have brought him to his bitter end.

How fortunate the man with none.