Words spin a cynical swing
It's getting cold in inside While I hear you joking...
You know, some of us are not amused
What scares the pants off me
You know, some of us are not amused
Tell me, do I have a hunch? Should I take you seriously?
We're such a clever bunch
But nobody's laughing here
And I am entitled to mine
Still, I think my hair will turn gray Waiting for the punch line