Down At Monty's

The biggest laugh to be had in townIs down at monty'sThe paint is drying on the skirting boardThe place is emptyI use the submarine ashtraySo it feels wantedNicotine stains will once againCoat walls at monty'sBut what is this apologetic fanfare?I hope there's life after deathBackstage at the aftermathThe manager's patIn two years from nowWho knows where you're atThe jokes are hanging salivaOff his spent mouthHis lines on public lipsNorth west and east and southThe biggest laugh to be had in townWas down at monty'sThe paint's dried and it's curling upThe joint lies empty