Comedy Gold

This tired old thing is coming 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 you 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 trying to put a brain in it He says "How the devil are you? 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 you? 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