Comedy Gold

This tired old thing

Is comin' in to land and how does it feel?

Every nice day

And all of that time

You can have it all back now

Hey, come here

Hey, come here, I wanna show ya something

Quit always running to your mother

I just wanted to catch one big fish

You see, don't ever leave your wingman

Don't bail out on your buddy

There is no pretty thing

Can hide when I go looking, no

First, I made the body, now I'm tryna put a brain in it

He says "How the devil are ya?"

"What's the damage?"

It don't make a difference

Hey, come here

Hey man, there's this creature on my grass

I wave but he don't understand

I gotta cut around that fucker every Sunday, you see

And all those pretty women

They get stuck up on the ceiling

And how did Johnny swallow that three hundred grand so easy, who knows?

And how the devil are ya?

And what's the damage?

And who cares?

And what gives?

I am reading off the card

I'm just reading off the card

Oh man, what did you go and do?

What a moment, it was

Now you're back

Back in the same old sticky black oil

Ah comedy gold

It is a laugh a minute

It's a laugh a minute

It's a laugh a minute

It is a laugh a minute