Oh the show goes on for way too long
He begins to get annoyed
There's no diamond in the coatroom
So he'll have to stay employed
He makes his way into the kitchen
Where they're having Cokes and fries
And he ends up in the backroom telling lies
Well he grew up in the suburbs
Having something close to fun
Got his degree in philosophy
When he was twenty one
Worked a while making cappuccinos
In a pricey coffee bar
He's read "Thus Spake Zarathustra"
But he doesn't own a car
It's like climbing up an icy wall
Using only your bare hands
It's like some poor guy named Larry Smith
Wrestling thumbs with Superman
And there's some that's born to
Watch the show and there's
Some that's born to sing
And some that's born to heckle from the wings
Well he goes a little crazy
When he thinks about his life
He doesn't have religion and he
Doesn't have a wife
But the sky is clear and full of stars
He'll have to give it up tonight
For he somehow feels that everything
Is going to be all right
Yes he feels that everything will be...
copyright 2005 Krista Weaver
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Lyrics submitted by Krista Weaver.