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