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