Well, I'm paying for my former brilliant act
And everybody pats me on the back
And they treat me like the person on TV
But that's not me
It's not me
Well, I wish that all the master tapes would burn
The memory wiped from everybody's mind
As some drunk man in a car shouts, "Say the line"
And I slowly die
Your cast reunion isn't worth the money
I'd be lying if I said the show was funny
Rebecca called to call me a prima donna
Well, I'd rather starve than talk to her again
Take a message please
Well, you see, I'm paying for my former brittle act
And everybody thinks that I am a hack
But I just really want to be the pan
Without the flash
Ha
It's not about the value of the offer
I don't want to be a lamb into the slaughter
Rebecca called to call me a prima donna
Well, I'd rather starve than ever talk to you again
Take a message please
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message
I take a message, take a message, woo!
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