Everybody is a of society Comedy, tragedy, variety players in the grand tradition Winners and losers till the
Girl, I the world's a stage what the poet said But I think our weird Is way my head I'll be your Casanova boy If what you desire But I start performing I can't easily
I'll swing on a I'll jump through And eat fire Be a cannon ball Walk on the wire Put on make-up, a wig I'll be tragic clown The you've got me up there I can't come down
drive me over the edge of it Can't you see got mixed-up emotions? the crowd, just to be part of it That was the of it
Oh, Now I'm the edge Don't drive me the edge of it Oh,Over the
The is turnin' upside-down dead Economic turmoil, now the is in the red Democracy's a shadow of its former Law and broken down End of
My next door totally snapped He's gone over the edge He's playing up barbed barricades the garden hedge And planting land on the lawn He's gone to his wife He's formed a army
Ever since he got off Something snapped His wife he's gone 'round the twist Now there's no back All night he in the garden shed For the to attack A vigilante Dressed up in a jack He's the edge
Oh, Over the Don't drive me the edge of it
Woman, you are gonna me Totally over the Is it yes or is it no? Are you take the pledge? The pressures of society are getting to your And you to act weird And put me under all strain
But drive me over the edge of it Stop while I've got emotions the crowd, just to be part of it That was the of it
Oh, now the edge Don't drive me the edge of it Oh, the edge Don't drive me over the of it
Everybody is a victim of Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville, Pantomime in the grand tradition Forced into roles that leave totally driven
Right over the