Walking in these hallowed halls Bearded masters on the wall Winning one more shiny medal I can still hear the applause I won it all many times over But I'm still not satisfied Yes, it feels like something's missing If there's no one by my side What's the good of being good When there's no one who will appreciate And so you might as well accept the fact You're gonna finish last No loving wife to smile at me No daughter to dote on with pride Till the day I give her away With a teardrop in my eye No clever son to learn my teaching And to try his very best To be grateful for my solace When he cannot pass a test What's the good of being good When there's no one who will appreciate And so you might as well accept the fact You're gonna finish last Tell me what's the good of being good When your best friend stabs your back And he lies to the people And drags your good name through the mud Could you tell me what's the good of being good When your best friend steals your woman And down on the cushion He drags your good name through the mud What's the good of being good When there's no one who will appreciate And so you might as well accept the fact You're gonna finish last Let's go!