Standard (EADGBE)

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Nothing ruins comedy like arenas

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That is a well established fact

But your enjoyment is not as important

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as my self-esteem is

My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back

But i'm quite famous now

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 on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down

But I'm trapped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this

And wearing baseball caps to hide my face,

so the (paps?) don't snatch my kids

All I ever wanted was, to sing my little songs

But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag, and overweight in Cosmopoliton

So bring it on, before too long my wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone

And i'll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the

(Can't hear)

So bring it on, bring it on, found the hookers, stop the bombs

I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking 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

All the real stars are hanging in bars

Hanging out in bars

All the real stars are hanging out in bars

Hanging out in bars

Bars, bars

Sorry i don't know all the lyrics.