Are you jokesome tonight?
Are you funny tonight?
Are you making my sides split apart?
Does your comedy stray
to that dumb silly way
that I kiss you when punchlines you start?

Do the chairs in your parlor
have cushions with air?
Do you pray that some poor schlub
will soon sit right there?

Is your humor insane?
Shall I crack up again?
Tell me dear, are you jokesome tonight?

I wonder if you're jokesome tonight.
You know that someone said the world's a stage
and each of us take the mike.
Fate had me playing the clown
until you came down the pike.

Act One was when we met.
I laughed at your first joke.
You read your lines so cleverly
from the cards they call "cue."
Then came Act Two.
You showed some range.
Your jokes were strange.
You were really in the zone.

Honey, you lied when you called me funny.
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on hearing your old jokes
than go on living without you.

Now the stage is bare, and I'm dying there
with hecklers all around.
And if you won't save the show tonight
then they can bring the curtain down.

Is your humor insane?
Shall I crack up again?
Tell me dear, are you jokesome tonight?