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, so 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 all the way up 'Cause the only place to go from here is down
But I'm trapped for now And the fact for now Is there's no escaping this I'm wearing baseball caps to hide my face So the paps don't snap my kids All I ever wanted was to sing my little songs But now I'm pregnant in Hello Magazine And I'm overweight in Cosmopolitan
So bring it on Before too long my wife and kids will be gone, gone, gone And I'll have wanked myself to death In the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons So bring it on, bring it on Phone the hookers, stoke the bongs I am a rockstar, I've got my own 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
I'm in a cage (all the real stars are hanging out in bars) I'm in a cage (hanging out in bars) I'm in a cage (all the real stars are hanging out in bars) I'm in a cage (hanging out in bars, bars, bars...)