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.