The Performer - Intellectual

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[Verse 1]

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 R2-D2

I won't even start for you

Unless you fucking pay

Cause I am the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

I am the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

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A-ooh-a, ooh-a, ooh-a

I will come to town for you

Dress up like a clown for you

Try not to fuck around on you

Do so anyway

I will find the Ark for you

And go sleep in the park with you

I'll even suck a cock or two

But no sir, I'm not gay

Cause I am the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

I am the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

Simply the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah

Before I was a whore, on tour

I was the child always running around

With his dick hanging out and his diapers pulled down

Showbiz was calling, I hit the stage

Worked out an act where I got raped in a cage

But my life was bullshit but I didn't care

Went to go bowling and I missed on my spare

But what else could I fucking do

But play another song for you?

Thinking about a nose job, too

Cause I am the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

I am the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

Simply the performer, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah!