The Chuckler

It meant a lot to me then, it matters less to me now
 And any pleasure derived
 Was knowing that they'd never feel as good
 As a badge pinned on a thrift store coat that smelled of sauerkraut
 and cloves
 An angry customer's face
 Confused because they didn't get their way
 Is something they would never allow
 But they have to allow
 Because this pitiful exchange will be the sole high point of our day
 I guess I'll keep on chuckling 'til there's no more breath in my lungs
 And it really doesn't matter at all
 Ha ha
 War, and rumors of war
 Clouds of poison in the sky and poison in the soil
 Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke
 It meant a lot to me then, it matters less to me now
 All calls are answered
 It's no bother, I just wanted to talk
 To the direct marketer from Bangalore or was it Mahabalipuram?
 He tried to sell me on a credit card
 I asked about the weather and whether his life was hard
 You say your name is Lazlo?
 I don't think that is true
 Because Yar, I know a Lazlo
 And he doesn't sound half as smart as you
 I guess I'll keep on chuckling 'til there's no more breath in my lungs
 And it really doesn't matter at all
 Ha ha
 War, and rumors of war
 Clouds of poison in the sky and poison in the soil
 Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke
 War, and rumors of war
 Clouds of poison in the sky and poison in the soil
 Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke