in a lesbian bar
© PETER ANDERSSON
A MUSIC PARODY
"I DON'T WANNA BE
A ROCK'N'ROLL STAR"
BY: PEER GÜNT
"If there's one thing I can't stand when I'm drunk it's up.
Where are the guys? There's not even a fag!
But many freaks and ugly gals
The best ones all look like nasty trolls
There is something wrong!
He thinks his gig there is not what it should be
His set of jokes they do not agree
But here's the main thing, he needs the pay
His manager's a douche!
He's the pre-show in a lesbian bar
Dick jokes are downers up front so far
He's a warm-up to the SCUM manifest'
God, let him leave alive with his testes!
There is a grandma in a butch brazziere
From yore, not the very first time
The hotel behind of there
Is called the Beaver Fair
Red lights get in his eyes
It blows that he needs the dough
And if boos could wear him down
He'd now be 4'1 (="four and one")
Doing stand-up in a feminist bar
Crack jokes won't get him beer, only scars
He's so out of place and luck that it sucks
Just wanna get his sixtynine bucks
He keeps ducking, as the torment goes on
And he is planning escape routes half-time
All those navy cuts and butch cigars
No, he'll got no laughs, just scars
Doing stand-up in a lesbian bar
Boob puns he's juggling way under par
He is called a fucking chauvinist shame
And then his hands-on "change" is proclaimed
Bombing stand-up in a feminist bar
Doorkeepers called an ambulance car
He now has a carved "FU" on his chest
But had to leave behind his left teste
© Peter Andersson 2017