Tim Minchin - Nothing ruins comedy

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Nothing ruins comedy like arenas

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^Eb That is a well established fact

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But your ^Ebenjoyment is not as important ( Eb Ebsus4 Eb) as my self-esteem is My e^Ebgo's the only thing you can see clearly from the back But i'm quite ^Cmfamous now ^Bb Suck my ^Ebballs I've sold my ^Cmtickets, my job is ^Bbdone, Fuck you ^Eball Cm Bb Ab Who ^Ebcares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me And my ^Ftiny little penis, and ^Abflogging DV^BbDs So bring it ^Ebon, bring it^F# on Fuck the ^C#punters bring it on ^Ab Eb, F# C# Ab I am a rockstar motherfucker, and I won't be one for long So bring it ^Ebon, bring it ^F#on You gotta make^C# hay in the shining su^Abn Eb C# Ab You go^Bbtta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down Cm Bb Ab But I'm trap^Ebped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this And wearing ^Cmbaseball caps to ^Bbhide my face, so the (^Abpaps?) don't snatch my ^Ebkids ^FAll I ever^Cm wanted was, to^Fm sing my little^Cm songs But now i'm ^Fpregnant in Hello Mag, and ^Aboverweight in ^BbCosmopoli^Ebton So bring it ^F#on, before too l^C#ong my wife and kids'll be go^Abne, gone, gone And i'll have ^Ebwanked myself to de^F#ath in the penthouse sui^C#te of the Fo^Abur Seasons

So bring it ^Ebon, bring it o^F#n, found the ho^C#okers, st^Abop the bombs I am a r^Ebockstar, i've got a fuc^C#king orchestra, I can ^Abdo what I fucking wan^Bbt Cm Bb Ab I^Eb thought fame would make me happy, but she's a fickle cheap romance No-one even ^Flistens to my lyrics, they just ^Abwanna see me ^Gdance

^CmAll the re^Bbal stars are ^Abhanging in bars ^CmHanging out in ^Bbbars ^{Ab Cm}All the re^Bbal stars are ^Abhanging out in bars ^CmHanging out ^Bbin bar^Cms ^CmBars, ^Gbars