needs must when the devil drives

I ain’t making excuses

needs must when the devil drives

something gets tighter

and something loosens

 

he that has a little tiny wit

with hey, ho, the wind and the rain

must make content with his fortunes fit

though the rain it raineth every day

 

needs must when the devil drives

I ain’t making excuses

needs must when the devil drives

something gets tighter

and something loosens

 

sick in fortune the surfeit of our own behavior

we lay the blame on the sun, the moon and the stars

we were villains of necessity

fools by heavy compulsion

a thief, a knave and a liar, caught in the circle of the bear

 

is he dead? sit you down, father rest you

is he dead? sit you down, father rest you

is he dead? sit you down, father rest you

is he dead? sit you down, father rest you

 

needs must when the devil drives

I ain’t making excuses

needs must when the devil drives

something gets tighter

and something loosens