Let’s look at the data, let’s run back the tape,

Your whole personality's just beige and escapes.

You got the punchlines of a wet paper sack,

If jokes were a sport, man, you'd be paralyzed back.

You’re the human equivalent of unseasoned rice,

Hearing you try to be witty twice? Not nice.

I’ve seen more humor in a tax-audit form,

You’re a breeze in a graveyard, you ain't even a storm.

Go pack up your gig bag, turn in your pen,

You ain't a comedian, you're a white noise machine

Clown Mic

verse 2

Let’s look at the data, let’s run back the tape,

Your whole personality's just beige and escapes.

You got the punchlines of a wet paper sack,



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