Girl, I heard that you got a place
Where you tell jokes, a la Eddie Murphy, 1985
But how do you do that
I am Eddie Murphy
I heard
That you do wine tasting with Eddie Mruphy
In the vineyard of Italia
And I am confused
I am not there
I am Eddie Murphy
I am snorting c**aine off of tanned Italian backsides
While ten young men
s** my gigantic dick
For two hundred hours
Do you eat a fine steak dinner with Eddie Murphy
But I am still hungry
And it is 4 am on the West side
I am going home to my majestic marble linoleum
I tell the jokes here
And if you want to
Come into my house
Introduce yourself first
Don't just go walking in
And telling people you know them
Or you are the one they have been waiting for
They aren't waiting for anything
I make royalties on my sort of thing
I give them what they need
We are brethren
We are together
This is not about you
You write the punchline
Go up in front of the crowd
Say, I am the thing that makes you turn
But honey
It is a lie when you do it
You are the person outside the house
I am the one
Gracious enough
To let you in