Nothing Ruins Comedy

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