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 f**ing pay Because I am the performer Because I am the performer Because I am the performer I will come to town for you Dress up like a clown for you Try not to f** around on you Do so anyway I will find the ark for you Go sleep in the park with you I'll even s** a co*k or two But no sir, I'm not gay
Because I am the performer Because I am the performer Because I am the performer Before I was a who*e On tour I was the child always running around With his dick hanging out And diapers pulled down Show biz was calling so I hit the stage Worked out an act where I got raped in a cage My life was bullsh** and I didn't care Went to go bowling and I missed on my spare But what else could I f**ing do But play another song for you Thinking about a nose job, too 'Cause I am the performer