you might say hey, i lost my sense of humor  i'm quite surprised i didn't lose it sooner  why waste your breath on anything less  then talk so trivial  as a man who ran out of material  chorus:  why did the chicken go across the road  to get to the other side  i'm still waiting for the punchline  whoever said the grass always grows  greener on the other lied  i'm still waiting for the punchline  the good ol' days i was known to wear a smile  like all good things they've gone out of style  i will admit, usually a quick wit  i found bemusing  what used to be, no longer are amusing  chorus  it's nothing that you said,  no nothing that you did  must have been a bad joke,  that's gone over my head  what me worry, another tragedy  the latter plus time, equals comedy  why can't i get to the other side