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
La da-da-da-da-da-da, la-la
La da-da-da-da-da-da, la-la
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
La da-da-da-da-da-da, la-la
La da-da-da-da-da-da, la-la
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 f*cker 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