To Be Laughing

(álbum: Cognac And Bologna - 1980)

Oh, where's your sense of humour gone?
Big deal, you're back against that wall
It's never over, when you can savour
That danger pressed against your chest
The knee that's in your groin

We all get trapped by character
Shedding your skin can make it worse
But what's your worry?
No need to hurry
Oh, we can blow it all today
And tomorrow we'll rehearse

'Cause there's no better glory, when it all gets hairy
To be laughing in the midst of it all

I learned to whistle Nero's tune
That melody inside the tomb
He never bothered
Climbing the ladder
He knew the power of a joke
When you're faced with your own doom

'Cause there's no better glory, when it all gets hairy
To be laughing in the midst of it all

So throw your money in my pot
I'm taking everything you've got
If there's a limit
I've never seen it
So throw your caution to the wind
Or mail it to Tibet!

'Cause there's no better glory, when it all gets hairy
To be laughing in the midst of it all

No there's no better glory, when it all gets hairy
To be laughing in the midst of it all