There's something going on
With these old funny bones
Remembering when they had friends
Now they sit here all alone
I don't hold out that much hope
For these old funny bones
I miss the sound of laugh out loud
Now they sit around and moan
Times are difficult, don't you know
For these old funny bones
Youthful days once had their say
Now they say you're on your own
If only I had known
What would become of these funny bones
I might have laughed at every chance
At the jokes as they were told
Maybe there wouldn't be so much wrong
With these old funny bones
If I knew then the shape I'd be in
I wouldn't so easily have let go,
of these old funny bones
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
There's something going on
With these old funny bones
Remembering when they had friends
Now they sit here all alone
I don't hold out that much hope
For these old funny bones
I miss the sound of laugh out loud
Now they sit around and moan
Times are difficult, don't you know
For these old funny bones
Youthful days once had their say
Now they say you're on your own
If only I had known
What would become of these funny bones
I might have laughed at every chance
At the jokes as they were told
Maybe there wouldn't be so much wrong
With these old funny bones
If I knew then the shape I'd be in
I wouldn't so easily have let go,
of these old funny bones
