The Fun Of The Century
Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy?
Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently?
Do not let my words depress you –
I’m here to uplift you now
(I’m here to uplift you now)
Her eyes have gone south –
Terrible lies she denies
Could it be that you broke me into a sheet of rain swept sideways?
Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt?
It just plain scares me
Do not let my words distract you from all the fun you demand –
From the fun of the century
No more glistening wet poems in your honour,
Captain of alienation, New York, money, compassion
(Lyrics – GA Johnson)