Less is More

You know that feeling
When life's got you down?
And all you can do
Is to mope and frown?
Well, I get that, too
Surprising or not. 
But there's a dealing
That I find real hot. 
Sometimes, we have too much
And that much starts piling up. 
Sometimes, we fall outta touch
Forgetting when we were a pup. 
We take things too seriously 
And that makes me deliriously.
Plus we think we own our things,
But in fact the master are the rings.
Well, in this context rings are things
Not that rings aren't things. 
Hey! You're getting me off track. 
Just take a mo, and hang your sad on the rack. 
Now, take a deep breath 
And don't consider death. 
You just need to unwind
And have a peace of mind. 
You know, we'll put on some tunes
And we'll kick off our shoes,
And we'll act like two buffoons 
And try to shake those blues. 
See, you don't need a lot. 
Matter of fact, less is more. 
You don't need a yacht.
Otherwise, you're a bore.
You need only three things outta life:
Good friends; good food; and good tunes.
Don't be in strife,
When you've got time, dance around like a buffoon.
You catch my drift?
You don't need Christmas gifts. 
Remember: less is more, 
Otherwise, you're just a bore. 
Just think when you were a pup,
When you didn't that much.