The Fun of the Century - Piano Magic

Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy

Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently

Do not let my words depress you — I’m here to uplift you now (I'm here to

uplift you now)

Her eyes have gone south — terrible lies she denies

Could it be that you broke me into a sheet of rain swept sideways?

Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt?

It just plain scares me

Do not let my words distract you from all the fun you demand — from the fun of

the century

No more glistening wet poems in your honour, captain of alienation, New York,

money, compassion