Nothing Ruins Comedy

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Nothing ruins comedy like arenas
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 That is a well established fact
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But your enjoyment is not as important
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as my self-esteem is
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My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back
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But i'm quite famous now
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Suck my balls
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I've sold my tickets, my job is done,
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Fuck you all
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Who cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me
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And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDs
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So bring it on, bring it on
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Fuck the punters, bring it on
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I am a rockstar motherfucker, and I won't be one for long
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So bring it on, bring it on
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You gotta make hay in the shining sun
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You gotta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down
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But I'm trapped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this
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And wearing baseball caps to hide my face,
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so the paps don't snatch my kids
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All I ever wanted was, to sing my little songs
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But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag, and overweight in Cosmopoliton
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So bring it on, before too long my wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone
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And i'll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the
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Four Seasons
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So bring it on, bring it on, found the hookers, stop the bombs
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I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking orchestra, I can do what I fucking want
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I thought fame would make me happy, but she's a fickle cheap romance
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No-one even listens to my lyrics, they just wanna see me dance

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All the real stars are hanging in bars
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Hanging out in bars
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All the real stars are hanging out in bars
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Hanging out in bars
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Bars, bars