Comedy Gold - Do Nothing

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