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From HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (PERRETT,Andrew)
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1993 15:18:27 GMT


Gods Comic Elvis Costello (D.MacManus)


If this song is about a known comedian please drop me a line
with if possible any reference.. (a wager is afoot U C)

            

            
I wish you'd k

           
nown me when I

     
 was alive
             
I was a funny 

   
fellow
           
The crowd woul

           
d hoot and hol

        
ler for more
         
I wore a drunk

             
s red nose for

    
 applause
             
 Oh yes I was 

         
a comical prie

st With a
             
joke for the f

             
lock and a han

         
d up you fleec

e
           
Drooling the d

             
rink and the l

          
ipstick and gr

ease paint
             
 Down the card

             
board front of

             
 my dirty dog 


collar


 chorus:

           
    now im dea

            
d now im dead 

          
now im dead no

         
w im dead
             
 And im going 

             
on to meet my 

      
reward
             
 I was scared 

           
I was scared I

            
 was scared  I

            
 was scared
             
   He might ne

            
ver heard Gods

              (*  
 Comic


 So there he was on a water bed
 drinking a cola of a mystery brand
 reading an airport novellette
 listeing to andrew loydd webbers requiem
 He said before it had really begun
 I prefer the one about my son
 ive been wading through all this unbielevable junk
  and wondering if i should have given it all to the monkeys.

Oops bridge

           
Im goind to ta

ke a little tr

ip
        
down paradises

 endless shore

s

the say that t

ravel braodens

 the mind
              
till you cant 

            
get you head o

           
ut of doors
*


  Im sitting here on the top of the world
  I hang around in the longest night
  Until each beast has gone to bead
  and then i say god bless and turn out the light
  While you lie in the dark afraid to breathe
  and you beg and you promise and you bargain and you plead
  sometimes you confuse me with santa claus
  its the big white beard i suppose
  im going up to the pole where you folks die of cold
  i might be gone for a while if you need me