Lyrics How to Make You Laugh - The Crimea

How to Make You Laugh

Our chance lies buried with the dinosaur bones
With the reluctant heroes and the moving statues
Our chance lies destined for the ocean floor
With the men overboard and the shopping trolleys
I am a psychologist to the psychologists
I am the silver moon, friend of the stars
I am not the chosen one
I can only do miracles when I‘m drunk
I’m not the world’s funniest clown
but I know how to make you laugh
Our chance lies destined for the cutting room floor
With the forgotten lines and the bits that weren’t funny
Our chance concertinaed on the hard shoulder
With the record players and the pen and paper
I am a psychologist to the psychologists
I am the silver moon, friend of the stars
I am not the chosen one
I can only do miracles when I’m drunk
I’m not the world’s funniest clown
But I know how to make you laugh
We’ve all got our sleeping giants
Vicious streaks we hide
It’s always the quiet ones
Einsteins in disguise
I am a psychologist to the psychologists
I am the silver moon, friend of the stars
I am not the chosen one
I can only do miracles when I’m drunk
I’m not the world’s funniest clown
But I know how to make you laugh