How to Make You Laugh - The Crimea

Our chance lies buried with the dinosaur bones

With the reluctant heroes and the moving statues

Our chance lies destined for the ocean floor

With the men overboard and the shopping trolleys

I am a psychologist to the psychologists

I am the silver moon, friend of the stars

I am not the chosen one

I can only do miracles when I‘m drunk

I’m not the world’s funniest clown

but I know how to make you laugh

Our chance lies destined for the cutting room floor

With the forgotten lines and the bits that weren’t funny

Our chance concertinaed on the hard shoulder

With the record players and the pen and paper

I am a psychologist to the psychologists

I am the silver moon, friend of the stars

I am not the chosen one

I can only do miracles when I’m drunk

I’m not the world’s funniest clown

But I know how to make you laugh

We’ve all got our sleeping giants

Vicious streaks we hide

It’s always the quiet ones

Einsteins in disguise

I am a psychologist to the psychologists

I am the silver moon, friend of the stars

I am not the chosen one

I can only do miracles when I’m drunk

I’m not the world’s funniest clown

But I know how to make you laugh