Piano Magic - The Fun of the Century lyrics

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, compa**ion