Problematic Art Of Conversation Lyrics

Problematic Art Of Conversation lyrics

So there I was at the party  

 And everybody seemed to be so well rehearsed.  

 Come the time to play my part I tried  

 But I couldn't find the page  

 I stumbled through the scene  

 And out the door onto the street  

 And off the stage  

 Now I'm thinking of marcel marceau.  

 Marcel why is it so?  

 In the problematic art of conversation  

 I'm sitting down to t.v.  

 Almost every waking moment of my time  

 Now I find I eat I sleep I dream in hour episodes.  

 It sure is hard remembering the names of everyone I meet  

 So pardon me but who are you and am I wrong  

 But are you talking to me?  

 In the problematic art of conversation.  

 So I watch the prince and princesses of prose  

 Pissing in pockets everyday  

 And it only makes me think of oscar wilde  

 And the fickleness of pop,  

 Popularity,  

 If I had a silver tongue I would have sold it long ago  

 While poetry is dandy,  

 There are handier collectables.  

 In the problematic art of conversation.