The Performer

I’ll come to town for you
Dress up like a clown for you
Pull my pants on down for you
Then I’ll crawl away
I will blow hot fart on you
I will build an R-2 D-2
I won’t even start for you
Unless you fucking pay
Because I am the performer
I will come to town for you
Dress up like a clown for you
Try not to fuck around on you
Do so anyway I will find the ark for you
Go sleep in the park with you I’ll even suck a cock or two
But no sir, I’m not gay
Before I was a whore, on tour I was the child always running around
With his dick hanging out and diapers pulled down
Show biz was calling so I hit the stage
Worked out an act where I got raped in a cage
My life was bullshit and I didn’t care
Went to go bowling and I missed on my spare
But what else could I fucking do But play another song for you…
Thinking about a nose job, too…
cause I am the Performer…