(kevin morris/will birch)



Crack me up

You really crack me up

Crack me up

You really crack me up



When the smoke begins to clear

On the circus you got here

We see the poor boy wait

And the hour is getting late



Crack me up

The way you run the place

Crack me up

But there's no smile upon my my face



It don't make me feel so grand

That you got the upper hand

And it's bound to bring me down

But it's the only show in town



Crack me up

You really crack me up

Crack me up

You really crack me up



I beg and i bawl, i hope you'll hear my plea

But you sit in that chair, your back to me

I shake and i shout, i call for something wet

But you just sit and smoke that cigarette



Crack me up

The way you run the show

Crack me up

Need somewhere to go



- guitar solo -



I don't feel so grand

That you got the upper hand

And it's bound to bring me down

But it's the only show in town



Crack me up

You really crack me up

Crack me up

You really crack me up



Crack me up

You really crack me up

Crack me up

You really crack me up