I was
the handy man's child.
I grew up half hungry, half wild.
Way out where the refuse is piled
and summer breezes ain't
for sniffing.
Excuse me for livin'
Home was a shack with no paint
Quality folk called it quaint
When you gotta live there,
it ain't I didn't leave home, I was driven
Please excuse me for livin'
Some people say I'm unruly,
born with a shortage of cool
They try to condemn me unduly,
but they can't get me down
Cause to tell you the truth,
I'm kind of proud of my worth
I'm well aware of my worth
Because I am the salt of the earth
So if your heart is unforgiving
If you think I'm no use
I don't need your excuse
When people act highfalutin',
I highfalutin' right back.
I say, if it's me you are snootin',
you're just wasting your
time as a matter of fact.
I'm kinda proud of my birth
I'm well aware of my worth
Cause I am the salt of the earth
So if your heart is un forgiving
If you think I'm no use
I don't need your excuse
I'll just go right on living
Ain't it great to be living?
Gonna go right on living
Yes, it's great to be living
Truly great to be living