I was feeling so distressed
That I went to see the psychiatrist.
I moaned and groaned, "Listen, Doc,
I've got a pain deep down here in my heart."
"To cure this ill," he said to me,
"There's not a pill in the pharmacy.
But there's a treatment, a sure relief,
That can cure up this serious disease:"

Chorus:
"Have a good laugh at yourself it'll do you good!
You're taking things too seriously!
It's better to die laughing than to pine way,
'Cause everyone's got their problems these days!"
[Repeat]

In despair I walked about,
Brokenhearted, down and out.
Even friends I trust call me sour puss,
No one was understanding at all.
I got on my knees and prayed and prayed:
"I must confess, Lord, I'm a mess!
People ask what's wrong, why is my face so long..."
When all of a sudden God said:

[Repeat chorus]

[Repeat chorus twice]

 

"HAVE A GOOD LAUGH AT YOURSELF" (with chords)

Intro:
(C)-(A7/C#)-(Dm)-(G)
(C)-(A7/C#)-(Dm)-(G)-(C)

I was (G7)feeling so dis(C)tressed
That I went to (G7)see the psychia(C)trist.
I moaned and (A7)groaned, "Listen, (Dm)Doc,
I've got a (G7)pain deep down here in my (C)heart."
"To cure this (G7)ill," he said to (C)me,
"There's not a (G7)pill in the pharma(C)cy.
But there's a (A7)treatment, a sure re(Dm)lief,
That can (G7)cure up this serious dis(C)ease:"

Chorus:
(G7)"Have a good laugh at yourself it'll (C)do you good!
You're (G7)taking things too (C)seriously!
It's (G7)better to die laughing than to (C)pine way,
'Cause (G7)everyone's got their problems these (C)days!"
[Repeat]

In des(G7)pair I walked a(C)bout,
Broken(G7)hearted, down and (C)out.
Even friends I (A7)trust call me sour (Dm)puss,
No one (G7)was understanding at (C)all.
I got on my (G7)knees and prayed and (C)prayed:
"I must (G7)confess, Lord, I'm a (C)mess!
People ask what's (A7)wrong, why is my face so (Dm)long..."
When (G7)all of a sudden God (C)said:

[Repeat chorus]

[Musical Interlude:]
(G7)-(C)-(G7)-(C)-(A7)-(Dm)-(G7)-(C)

[Repeat chorus twice]

(C)-(A7/C#)-(Dm)-(G7)
(C)-(A7/C#)-(Dm)-(G7)-(C)