The Chuckler

It meant a lot to me then, it matters less to me now

And any pleasure derived

Was knowing that they'd never feel as good

As a badge pinned on a thrift store coat

That smelled of sauerkraut and cloves

An angry customers face

Confused 'cause they didn't get their way

Is something they would never allow

But they have to allow

Because this pitiful exchange will be the sole high point of our day

I guess I'll keep on chuckling

Till there's no more breath in my lungs

And it really doesn't matter at all

Uh-huh

War, and rumors of war

Clouds of poison in the sky and poison in the soil

Oh, Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke

It meant a lot to me then, it matters less to me now

All calls are answered

It's no bother, I just wanted to talk

To a direct marketer from Bangalore, or was it Mahabalipuram?

He tried to sell me on a credit card

I asked about the weather and whether his life was hard

You say your name is Lazio

I don't think that is true

Because, yar, I know a Lazio

And he doesn't sound half as smart as you

I guess I'll keep on chuckling

'Til there's no more breath in my lungs

And it really doesn't matter at all

Uh-huh

War, and rumors of war

Clouds of poison in the sky and poison in the soil

Oh, Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke

War, and rumors of war

Clouds of poison in the sky and poison in the soil

Oh, Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke