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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 fking pay
Because I am the performer (x3)
I will come to town for you
Dress up like a clown for you
Try not to fk 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 c*ck or two
But no sir, I'm not gay
(Chorus)
Before I was a wh*re, on tour
I was the child always running around
With his d*ck hanging out and diapers pulled down
Show biz was calling so I hit the stage
Worked out an act where I got r*ped in a cage
My life was bulls**t and I didn't care
Went to go bowling and I missed on my spare
But what else could I fking do
But play another song for you...
Thinking about a nose job, too...
cause I am the Performer...