Waiting for The Punchline

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 gra*s 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