Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Situation Comedy Blues, artist - Momus. Album song The Poison Boyfriend, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 09.08.1987
Record label: Cherry Red
Song language: English
Situation Comedy Blues |
What’s a laugh? |
The sound of common-sense falling apart |
What’s common-sense? |
A million unthinking hearts |
At the end of the working day |
And who am I? |
Call me the barman standing waiting for the workers |
To drink their work away |
I’m the man who serves the laughter |
To the drunkards of disaster |
After they’ve got plastered on the news |
And I’ve got the situation comedy blues |
What’s the situation? |
This man has been abandoned by his woman |
What’s the reason? |
He’s lost his sense of humour |
This man is sober |
And so he s gone to bed with another writer’s scripts |
And his wife has had to move in with her mother |
And the man who serves the laughter |
To the drunkards of disaster |
After they’ve got plastered on the news |
Has got the situation comedy blues |
He’s been devising a new series |
Where the first man to appear is |
Pakistani and the second is a queer |
Who rings the bell in tights and biker’s gear |
And he tells them that he’s sorry to disturb them |
But the sari that the wife had on today was out of sight |
And could he maybe borrow it tonight? |
And the man who serves the laughter |
To the workaholics after |
They’ve got drunk on the disasters of the news |
Has got the situation comedy blues |
So the Paki asks the queen in to his brilliantly-lit kitchen |
Where he demonstrates his do-it-yourself tools |
He’s the type who doesn’t gladly suffer fools |
But he electrocutes his finger in his biggest Black and Decker |
When his wife appears in towel and rubber hat |
And the bath she s running floods the neighbours' flat |
I’ve been sitting here unhappily |
Trying to write this comedy |
When I hear a sudden laugh in the next room |
And thinking it’s my woman who’s come home |
I call her name expectantly and, glad that she’s come back to me |
I throw away my trivialising pen. |
And then the television laughs again |
Marie come back to me |