My part's a came-eo
Thought it'd be bigger, but no
Don't tell me that it's a joke, oh-oh
Hate this film studi-io (yeah, ah-hah)
Not the first time they've pulled this, no (ev'ry time, the same old shit)
The director's a giant douche (not fair)
He cut me down to a cameo (he's an asshole, buddy)

Film makin's an experience that's sev'ral kinds of hell
You've got actors bein' bitchy, huge arguments to quell
One more stuntman went and cracked his back, gotta pay for that
But friggin' none of that's worse than goin' through all that
Just to learn that in editin', your role's been friggin' hacked
And no-one told you, always end up findin' that fact
At the premiere where all your buds have got the seats jam-packed
You told 'em all your part was huge, instead it's real compact
They'd feel ripped off like I feel now, white knuckles on my hands
I'll drown my sorrows in cheap beer then call my agent man
So sick of his "this time's diff'rent, you will get your due"
Another part's a cameo, I'm tempted to blame you, ah-ha-ha

My part's a came-eo
Hoped it'd be bigger, but no
Acted my heart out, you know, oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Tried other studi-ios (uh-uh)
But they ribbon-slice me also (cut me up)
I always think "What did I do?"
To get reduced to a cameo
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (just a cameo)
Oh, oh-oh, oh
All that is left is a came-eo, it blows

Ev'ry single trailer billed me the top spot (I swear it, man)
Now I'm lucky if I'm seen in an eighth of the shots
Co-stars have eyebrows raised up, can tell that they're shocked (raisin' up)
Not any ego trip of mine in play, cause they're lost
They're as confused as I am at this wankery (wankery)
Not to say I want them to be sad for me (sad for me)
I just want mates to back my rage at ingrates (ingrates)
Whoever ordered that I was to be cut from the frames
But to be fair, my anger is the extent of my plan
Cause once I get the reason why all of my scenes get axed
Then I can go and fix what's wrong with my actin', dude
If all my parts are cameos, can't just be random, true, ah-ha-ha

My part's a came-eo (yeah)
Told it'd be bigger, but no (bullshit)
Why it happens, I don't know, oh-oh (oh, oh)
Could be the studi-io (c'mon)
Could also be my bad, who knows (I could suck)?
Hope that one day I'll find a clue
To why I get stuck with cameos (I will learn why)
Oh, oh-oh, oh (yeah), oh, oh-oh, oh (only cameos)
Oh, oh-oh, oh
I'm pretty sick of just came-eos

At least my pay has never been in decline (drownin' in green)
I get that top star cash despite low screen time (my low screen time)
Behind-the-scenes shows that I work hard, so I (yeah)
Don't get docked, only a small comfort, all ri-i-ight (yeah, yeah, c'mon)

My part's a came-eo (yeah)
Thought it'd be bigger, but no
Never told up front which blows, oh-oh (oh, oh, oh)
Those blasted studi-ios (uh-uh)
The bane of my career, you know (load of butts)
Even those indie artiste dudes
Strip all my scenes down to cameos
Oh (yeah), oh-oh (yeah), oh, oh (yeah-eah-eah, yeah)
Oh-oh (yeah), oh (always cameos (yeah-eah, yeah)
Oh (yeah), oh-oh (yeah), oh (editor lackies) (yeah-eah-eah)
Do what they're told, buddy (that's turn my roles into came-eos) (yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah, yeah)
Yeah