you might say hey, i lost my sense of humor
iīm quite surprised i didnīt lose it sooner
why waste your breath on anything less
then talk so trivial
as a man who ran out of material
[chorus:]
why did the chicken go across the road
to get to the other side
iīm still waiting for the punchline
whoever said the grass always grows
greener on the other lied
iīm still waiting for the punchline
the good olī days i was known to wear a smile
like all good things theyīve gone out of style
i will admit, usually a quick wit
i found bemusing
what used to be, no longer are amusing
[chorus:]
itīs nothing that you said,
no nothing that you did
must have been a bad joke,
thatīs gone over my head
what me worry, another tragedy
the latter plus time, equals comedy
why canīt i get to the other side
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