For every something there is a nothing.
And it sucks when you have more nothings than somethings
When I was a kid the only time i saw something was as Christmas
But we were so poor mum took it back to the store for a refund when it next opened.
Then I was back to having nothing again, so I'd put it in my pocket and roll it around in my fingers to pass the time.
Things got a little better when I was a teenager, tho.... I won another nothing in a raffle.
So then I mostly passed the time of day with both hands rolling them around in my pockets.
Trouble was, all the other kids used to tease me and accuse me of doing something else.
None of them ever believed I was playing with nothing and that was embarrassing.
So to avoid the teasing and being called "Master Bates", I left my nothings in a drawer at home and went out without them.
I finally got something I could call my own when I was in my mid-twenties and I was so proud.
Well it wasn't something really... it was 3 nothings put together, but they were so concentrated they felt like something.
But still I got ridiculed and laughed at by the blokes down the pub.
They saw me with my hands in my pockets playing with my 3 nothings and kept saying that I should oughta get married
Well I did that and now I've always got something.
I mightn't always like what I've got, but it's beats the heck out of nothing. 