Из альбома: Monty Python Sings
Why are we here, what's life all about?
Is God really real, or is there some doubt?
Well tonight we're going to sort it all out,
For tonight it's the Meaning of Life.
What's the point of all this hoax?
Is it the chicken and the egg time, are we just yolks?
Or perhaps we're just one of God's little jokes,
Well á§a c'est the Meaning of Life.
Is life just a game where we make up the rules,
While we're searching for something to say,
Or are we just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA?
In this life, What is our fate?
Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we reincarnate?
In mankind evolving or is it too late?
Well tonight here's the Meaning of Life.
For millions this life is a sad vale of tears,
Sitting round with nothing to say,
While scientists say we're just simply spiralling coils,
Of self-replicating DNA.
So just why, why are we here?
And just what, what, what, what do we fear?
Well á§e soir, for a change, it will all be made clear,
For this is the Meaning of Life
- c'est le sens de la vie,
This is the Meaning of Life.