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 
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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 
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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 
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I won't be one for long
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So bring it on, bring it on
You gotta make hay in the shining 
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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 
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my little songs
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But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag, 
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and overweight in Cosmopoliton
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So bring it on, before too long my 
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wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone
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And i'll have wanked myself to 
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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
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 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, 
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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