| Song | The Comedians |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | Goodbye Cruel World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I fell under such gentle persuasion | |
| You can't refuse it's like a home from home | |
| Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom | |
| They're finding that all that glitters is not chrome | |
| The social circle have these cardiac complaints | |
| Their hearts are empty when their hands are full | |
| All these new found fond acquaintances | |
| Turn out to be the red rag to my bull | |
| Chorus | |
| And i'm up while the dawn is breaking | |
| Even though my heart is aching | |
| I should be drinking a toast to absent friends | |
| Instead of these comedians | |
| I've looked into these eyes upon reflection | |
| They've seen the face of love, they've seen a few | |
| What kind of love is this upon inspection | |
| You'll be the last to know who's fooling who | |
| Chorus |
| I fell under such gentle persuasion | |
| You can' t refuse it' s like a home from home | |
| Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom | |
| They' re finding that all that glitters is not chrome | |
| The social circle have these cardiac complaints | |
| Their hearts are empty when their hands are full | |
| All these new found fond acquaintances | |
| Turn out to be the red rag to my bull | |
| Chorus | |
| And i' m up while the dawn is breaking | |
| Even though my heart is aching | |
| I should be drinking a toast to absent friends | |
| Instead of these comedians | |
| I' ve looked into these eyes upon reflection | |
| They' ve seen the face of love, they' ve seen a few | |
| What kind of love is this upon inspection | |
| You' ll be the last to know who' s fooling who | |
| Chorus |
| I fell under such gentle persuasion | |
| You can' t refuse it' s like a home from home | |
| Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom | |
| They' re finding that all that glitters is not chrome | |
| The social circle have these cardiac complaints | |
| Their hearts are empty when their hands are full | |
| All these new found fond acquaintances | |
| Turn out to be the red rag to my bull | |
| Chorus | |
| And i' m up while the dawn is breaking | |
| Even though my heart is aching | |
| I should be drinking a toast to absent friends | |
| Instead of these comedians | |
| I' ve looked into these eyes upon reflection | |
| They' ve seen the face of love, they' ve seen a few | |
| What kind of love is this upon inspection | |
| You' ll be the last to know who' s fooling who | |
| Chorus |