I do my day... I lost my sense of humor... And I'm quite surprised about the things I hear and see... Am I alone in being bored? Don't talk to me so trivial! I'm nothing less, and nothing more... I never got the twist and turn to get material... Why can't I get into the mood, to get to the other side? Hey, what do you say?

Those good ol' days were not that much inspired... And like all good things you're free to leave... I would amend I've never got into the swing... So you don't find me that amusing? Got nothing more to sing... I can no longer be amusing! But when I get things right... And I step to the other side... I still be waiting, waiting for the punch, waiting for the punch, waiting for the punchline... It must be why you've said, you don't like me... And I think you're right, for I've turned into bad joke - yeah, and I won't you get into my head or bed... Fuck! Get outta here! Get to the other side! In a final attempt to change my mind... But then I'm waiting for, waiting for, waiting for your punch, waiting for the punchline... And whoever said I'd be waiting on my own, I know... there's more than meets the eye, but we've lost our... trust in ourselves and stand here, stand here waiting... a life long waiting for the punch, waiting for a punch, waiting for the punchline...