Victory for the Comic Muse

Back in the day you had been part of the smart set You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy You sipped camparis with David and Peter At Noel's partie

I'll have a shower and then phone my brother up Within the hour I'll smash another cup Please don't start saying that or I'll start believing you If I start believing you I'll know that this party fears two And what if this party fears two? The alcoh

I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm And I went to the city where I was employed In a firm of accountants as an office boy. I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned And slowly but surely I rose through the firm. But then I discovered

Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio sky-light Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of grey-white All through its short life it gives of itself Giving and giving and slowly diminishing Until there isn't a cr