The Comedians

I fell under such gentle persuasion

You can't refuse it's like a home from home

Meanwhile in the Motor car kingdom

They're finding that all that glitters is not chrome

The social circle have these cardiac complaints

Their hearts are empty when their hands are full

All these new found fond acquaintances

Turn out to be the red rag to my bull

And I'm up while the dawn is breaking

Even though my heart is aching

I should be drinking a toast to absent friends

Instead of these comedians

I've looked into these eyes upon reflection

They've seen the face of love, they've seen a few

What kind of love is this upon inspection

You'll be the last to know who's fooling who

And I'm up while the dawn is breaking

Even though my heart is aching

I should be drinking a toast to absent friends

Instead of these comedians