Lyrics In a Coma - George Carlin

In a Coma

You know what would be great for a guy like me?
Just to be in a coma.
Huh?
Wouldn’t that be great?
Nothing to do all day.
You just crap out and breathe through a fucking tube.
They feed you through a tube.
There’s nothing to do.
Whoa, you talk about being a couch potato, that’s it man.
No phone calls coming in. Nobody dropping by unexpectedly.
And if they do drop by, you’re completely unaware of it because you’re in a fucking coma, and you’re practically clinically dead.
And you don’t have to listen to their stupid shit.
Their stupid shit like about their new ride-around lawnmower with the two-tone horn and the GPS in case they get lost on the lawn.
And their boss and their job and their car and their kids.