A Comedy Of Errors

three fingered piano chord hopping and then bass on the juno di. and some singing too.

It’s a comedy of errors
It’s a d for disaster
There’s a comic on the stage
But there isn’t any laughter
There’s not even a hole
That can swallow him up
He’s been thrown to the crowd
And now his time has come
To an end
Like Duchamp’s fountain
You either get it or you don’t
But if you need it you can use it
Hey! It’s functional art
Fainting at the empire like desi did
He could never live that down
He died before he died
Is he still alive?
It’s a comedy of errors
It’s a d for disaster
There’s a comic on the stage
But there isn’t any laughter
Too clever for your own good
Too crass for your taste
You can judge a man by what makes him laugh
It’s either mrs brown or limmy
Like it was t rex or slade
Which side is your bread buttered on
It’s a comedy of errors
It’s a d for disaster
There’s a comic on the stage
But there isn’t any laughter
He’s been thrown to the crowd
Before his time has come
Before they’ve even had time
For their taste buds to evolve
They’re all looking for a quick fix
No time for tastes to be acquired
You’ve got a two minute spot
So it better be quick fire
So kick em in the balls
When you see the whites of their eyes
It’s a comedy of errors
It’s a d for disaster
There’s a comic on the stage
But there isn’t any laughter