life is what you make of lemons

when life give you lemons,

remember you've got the Midas touch

cuz those lemons are gold.

don't stop

grating

juicing

squeezing

straining

sipping

smoking

washing

until

you are the love

that turns those lemons sweet.

you've got that Midas touch

baby

and those lemons

sure are

gold.

when life gives you lemons

remember to smile,

the last time you were here

it was just for a little while.

and as life rolls on you see

in your perfect

hindsight

that those lemons

sang like gold, baby,

and gold just don't come

free.

spin yourself like sugar,

spice yourself like salt.

dance around the rim

of that Margarita cup.

get drunk and high

on lemons,

so

sour-spicy-sweet

and drizzle a little

lemon juice

on each soul that

you meet.

the truth

each chef will tell:

though sugar is

so sweet,

it's the

sour-spicy-lemons

that make

each dish

a treat.

so when life gives you lemons

dance a bit and sing

remember to be thankful

for now you have something.

you've got the Midas touch, baby,

and those lemons

shine

like gold.