Interpret:

Extreme

Album:

Waiting For The Punchline

You might say hey, I lost my sense of humor
I'm quite surprised I didn't lose it sooner
Why waste my breath on anything less
Then talk so trivial
As a man who ran out of material


Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline
Whoever said the grass always grows
Greener on the other lied
I'm still waiting for the punchline


The good ol' days I was known to wear a smile
Like all good things they've gone out of style
I will admit, I usually a quick wit
I found bemusing
What used to be, no longer are amusing


Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline
Whoever said the grass always grows
Greener on the other lied
I'm still waiting for the punch
Waiting for the punch
Waiting for the punch


It's nothing that you said
No nothing that you did
It must have been a bad joke
That's gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
The latter plus time, equals comedy


Why can't I get to the other side 
I'm still waiting for the punchline
Whoever said the grass always grows
Greener on the other lied
I'm still waiting for the punchline


Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
Punchline, punchline...