Henny Youngman

She said everything's been said
Including everything's been said
The only thing left is which way to say I've got nothing

And that way will destroy the body
And that way will destroy the mind
And one way around it all, baby, maybe
Is to share the gun, or is for

Every wish that you ever had to come true
Every wish that you ever had to come true
Every wish that you ever had to come true
Or's to sing it

Well, my friend Sal wrote for the New Yorker
They took away his lust for life, yeah, it's true
They paid him back in three bored wives, yeah, baby
Now he spends all his evenings writing to them

Every wish that he'd ever had had come true
Every wish that he'd ever had had come true
Every wish that he'd ever had had come true
Except for the proof

Henny Youngman's routine was no different
Than yours or mine
Except he was funny and ready, and on time
We're not funny, we're not ready, we don't practice
When we say real we just mean unprepared

Every wish that I've ever had has come true
Every wish that I've ever had has come true
Every wish that I've ever had has come true
And I've got, I've got proof



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Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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