A7+: X 0 2 0 2 1Verse 1In All The Rooms I've Hung My Hat, In All The Towns I've BeenIt Stuns Me I'm Not Dead Already From The Shambles That I've SeenI've Seen A Girl Hold Back Her Hair To Light A CigaretteAnd Things Like That A Man Like Me Can't Easily ForgetI've Got The Only Cure For Life, And The Cure For Life Is JoyI'm A Crying Man That Everyone Calls Laughing BoyVerse 2A Kid Once Asked Me In Late September For A Shilling For The GuyAnd I Looked That Little Operator In Her Wheeling-Dealing EyeAnd I Tossed A Bob With Deep Respect In Her Old Man's Trilby HatIt Seems To Me That A Man Like Me Could Die Of Things Like ThatI've Got The Only Cure For Life, And The Cure For Life Is JoyI'm A Crying Man That Everyone Calls Laughing BoyVerse 3I've Seen Landladies Who Lost Their Lovers At The Time Of Rupert BrookeAnd They Pressed The Flowers From Sunday Rambles And Then Forgot Which BookAnd I Paid The Rent Thinking 'Anyway, Buddy, At Least You Won't Get Wet'And I Tried The Bed And Lay There Thinking 'They Haven't Got You Yet'I've Got The Only Cure For Life, And The Cure For Life Is JoyI'm A Crying Man That Everyone Calls Laughing BoyVerse 4I've Read The Labels On A Hundred Bottles For Eyes And Lips And HairAnd I've Seen Girls Breathe On Their Fingernails And Wiggle Them In The AirAnd I've Often Wondered Who The Hell Remembers As Far Back As Last NightIt Seems To Me That A Man Like Me Is The Only One Who MightI've Got The Only Cure For Life, And The Cure For Life Is JoyI'm A Crying Man That Everyone Calls Laughing Boy
