From the recording Blow Up
Lyrics
Oh no, he’s at it again
The old tricks aren’t funny anymore
They aren’t even fun
Some things never change
Some things never change
We’re all the wiser now
We’re all the wiser now
Oh no, he’s at it again
Those sad romantic stories
Where he always
Ends up suffering
Some things never change
Some things never change
We’re all the wiser now
We’re all the wiser now
Pack up your talking doberman
Your chinless Chinaman
Your sweet shit-eating grin
We’re all the wiser now
Oh no, he’s at it one more time
Holding court like Charlemagne
Recounting trouncings
Mounting concubines
Some things never change
Some things never change
We’re all the wiser now
We’re all the wiser now
Pack up your talking Doberman
Your chinless Chinaman
Your sweet shit-eating grin
We’re all the wiser now
The clown’s a tramp again
(One more time)
Mud in your eye again
Anything for a dollar
Anything for a laugh
The brass ring never lingers
Such an iron grip
Yet it slips through your finger—
Oh…
Pull up the weeds
Drain the pond
And blow out the sun
