Comedy, NewsRevue Lyric (Incomplete), 20 March 1994

Clearly it was becoming a Sunday habit for me to write these lyrics for NewsRevue – all of the March 1994 ones were written on a Sunday – apart from one which I finished off on the Monday.

This one I didn’t finish off, nor, as a result, did I even catalogue it. I discover it now in the electronic folder with the others, looking sad and forgotten…

…which is exactly what it was.

_ COMEDY _

(To the Tune of "Tragedy")

VERSE 1

Here I lie in a lost and lonely Parliament,
Screw a spy and appeal up to the firmament;
Getting off with Bienvenida,
Army toff those boss men need her,
Holding them, moulding them, scolding them, balding men.

CHORUS 1

Comedy, when you need a fuck with a tart named Buck,
A travesty, kissing in the dark with your research clerk,
It’s tough out there, so men who are faithful are going nowhere.
You’re history, with a Kings Cross slag or a plastic bag;
It’s parody, when your MPs lie and you know well why,
It’s hard to say, why men who hold power behave in this way.

VERSE 2

Ev’ry day another top dog bites the dust,
Spokesmen say “a private tragedy”, you must…
Not believe this explanation,
They deceive, the entire nation;
Absurdity with birds you see ain’t tragedy or savagery.

CHORUS 2

Comedy, when the knickers drop pants are down and the

Here are the Bee Gees singing Tragedy with the lyrics on the screen:

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