Everybody is a of society Comedy, tragedy, variety Pantomime players in the tradition and losers till the intermission
Girl, I the world's a stage That's what the poet But I think our relationship Is way my head be your Casanova whipping boy If that's you desire But once I start I can't retire
I'll on a trapeze I'll jump through And I'll eat Be a human ball on the high wire Put on make-up, a wig I'll be your tragic The you've got me up there I easily come down
Don't drive me over the of it you see I've got mixed-up emotions? Joined the crowd, to be part of it was the start of it
Oh, Now I'm over the Don't drive me over the of it Oh,Over the
The world is turnin' Civilization's Economic turmoil, now the is in the red a shadow of its former glory Law and orders broken End of
My next door totally snapped He's gone right the edge He's playing up barbed wire Around the garden And planting mines on the lawn He's barmy According to his He's a secret army
Ever he got laid off Something inside His says he's gone 'round the twist Now there's no back All night he in the garden shed For the enemy to A suburban Dressed up in a jack He's the edge
Oh, Over the Don't drive me over the of it
Woman, you are drive me over the edge Is it yes or is it no? Are you gonna take the The pressures of society are getting to brain And you to act weird And put me under all this
But don't me over the edge of it while I've still got emotions Joined the crowd, to be part of it That was the of it
Oh, now over the Don't drive me over the of it Oh, the edge drive me over the edge of it
Everybody is a victim of Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville, Pantomime players in the tradition Forced into roles leave them totally driven
Right the edge