Punch lines bait comics t' move like a-bimbos to slay
Bookish quips sound cheesy, a-but I'm a strange sly babe
Fiddle with lines, my own bits, lustin' for smiles
I'm gonna be fine, won't blow it, I'm cute and I'm wild
'Cause I'll nail my prime stuff, sure going to please minds
I'm quellin' my doubts
Any hicks will be shook, 'cause I'm cagy, all brats will be kind

Rooters, fans and sweet backers, ain't not a-one I can see
I have great lines to hurtle and strive for some mirth that'll please
A-you can trust wit's there springing, overwhelmin' jokes
Yes, I'll wow all the lame blokes, a-dudes can a-laugh till they choke
'Cause my fav'rite lines punch, you're going to feel fine
I'll help you hide pouts
Very quick with the hooks, I sound zany, all laughs and no whines

Everybody's bustlin' a-just to grab a swivel seat
Don't be late like the fools I think sat two rows from the street
Deemed good in DC, some fun sets, but two were censored then
Tried shows at street fairs lately, where the genders blend
Where dudes shake their fine cups, their splendid boobs beat mine
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I grip on the stand and boldly hold the little mike
'Cause I've made up fine stuff, you'll roll and lose behind
I'll help you find out
Very slick is my look, my crown's brainy, all claps by design

[Instrumental break while audience starts to react]

Stupid fans and weak laughter, brain's not a-gushin' with glee
I can shake mike and gurgle and spy what you're hurlin' at me, yeah
A you-you-you discuss Lyft fares, a-drinking, on your well-lit phones
How all the pain grows, a-few fans a-snap as I drone
When you say my lines suck, my pleasure soon declines
I fiddle with stand, then grossly crow a brittle whine
When they say my time's up, I'm going to need steins
I hiccup for fans
I listen for hands, then drolly a-blow a ribald line
(Blow a fizzled line)