Tired after staying up so late last night
But good memories of that gig at the Hood
(The Robin Hood) where I felt I was bright
And better than all the others who could
Picture themselves as successful and good
Now they know they're not, not compared to me
And unlike them, who repeat same jokes ad
Nauseam, then write new stuff, not funny
While I do good new stuff, regularly
I get laughs almost everywhere. They might
Not have heard of me, but the vibes I spread
Seem to be warm from city to city
Need to find more gigs this weekend, alright
I've almost run out as I gather speed
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