It meant a lot to me then It matters less to me now And any pleasure derived Was knowing that they'd never feel as good As a badge pinned on a thrift store coat That smelled of sauerkraut and cloves
An angry customer's face Confused because they didn't get their way Is something they would never allow But they have to allow Because this pitiful exchange Will be the sole high point of our day
I guess I'll keep on chuckling 'Til there's no more breath in my lungs And it really doesn't matter at all Ha ha
War and rumors of war Clouds of poison in the sky And poison in the soil Oh Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke
It meant a lot to me then It matters less to me now All calls are answered It's no bother, I just wanted to talk To the direct marketer From Bangalore or was it Mahabalipuram?
He tried to sell me on a credit card I asked about the weather and whether his life was hard You say your name is Lazlo? I don't think that is true Because Yar, I know a Lazlo And he doesn't sound half as smart as you
I guess I'll keep on chuckling 'Til there's no more breath in my lungs And it really doesn't matter at all Ha ha
War and rumors of war Clouds of poison in the sky And poison in the soil Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke
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