[Verse 1]
Life is what gets put behind the leather strap at day’s end
The salad days are wasted wilting in the fridge
(No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun in the funhouse)
A dark and dusty corner of a crumbling institution
This ain’t no pleasure park, this is a contract bridge
(No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun in the funhouse)
[Chorus]
Bite your lip if you feel like you wanna scream about it
Have pleasant dreams (no fun)
Of calmer seas (no fun)
And salaries (no fun)
Advanced degrees (no fun)
[Verse 2]
The sound of shaking hands, the grimace of the typeface
The reek of drunken erudition on the breeze
(No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun in the funhouse)
You sold your soul to something noble and respectful
It’s what you asked for, now it’s got you on your knees
(No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun in the funhouse)
[Chorus]
Bite your lip if you feel like you wanna scream about it
Have pleasant dreams (no fun)
Of calmer seas (no fun)
And salaries (no fun)
Advanced degrees (no fun)