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