It looks as though I'm being cold-shouldered
By Trevor and his comedy brigade
Never mind, if I don't get invited
Back there, my writing has come to my aid
New material penned today, and I've said
To myself, don't throw away all your old
(Or even quite new) stuff cos of one bad
Performance where the small audience was cold
And though I took a day off, shook the mould
Off my poor memory, learnt my lines, fingered
The chords at home a few times, I was frayed
By the time I went on, comedy gold
Turned to shit, I see that now. Fame has spurned
Me, or I've spurned it. The feeling ain't great
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