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.