The Crimea - How To Make You Laugh lyrics

Our chance lies buried with the dinosaur bones With the reluctant heroes and the moving statues Our chance lies destined for the ocean floor With the men overboard and the shopping trolleys I am a psychologist to the psychologists I am the silver moon, friend of the stars I am not the chosen one I can only do miracles when I‘m drunk I'm not the world's funniest clown but I know how to make you laugh Our chance lies destined for the cutting room floor With the forgotten lines and the bits that weren't funny Our chance concertinaed on the hard shoulder With the record players and the pen and paper I am a psychologist to the psychologists I am the silver moon, friend of the stars I am not the chosen one I can only do miracles when I'm drunk I'm not the world's funniest clown But I know how to make you laugh We've all got our sleeping giants Vicious streaks we hide It's always the quiet ones Einsteins in disguise I am a psychologist to the psychologists I am the silver moon, friend of the stars I am not the chosen one I can only do miracles when I'm drunk I'm not the world's funniest clown But I know how to make you laugh