Post by T on Mar 24, 2021 15:49:18 GMT
(music—guy emerges one side in chinese wig and glasses)
MC
We can't do that.
(music—different guy emerges other side with sombrero and mexi-stache)
MC
We can't do that.
(music—1st guy emerges in full fairy mode)
MC
We can't do that.
(music—2nd guy emerges as orthodox jew)
MC
We can't do that!
My-my life has gotten...so hard
Can't even say...retard.
Things that used to be all the rage,
Now get you kicked off...the stage,
Stereotypes? Sexy plying?
Makes my job just a little bit trying,
Used to do accents and fat suits and such,
But now that's stuff we...can't touch.
CHORUS
Guess we gotta get a buncha...new bits,
Can't talk guns, can't talk tits,
Trash talk's out, which ain't too surprisin'
Don't want to seem like we're disenfranchisin',
Rude stuff that once paid our wages,
Now is fuel for a bunch of outrages,
Who can we mock now, maybe the Dutch?
(Guy emerges in wooden shoes and dutchboy wig objecting vigorously)
DUTCH BOY
Nee, dat kan je niet touch!
Chorus
Not too urban, lose the turban
Can't play a guy who's had too much bourbon,
We don't wanna be known as punks,
And these days can't even make fun of drunks.
We used to mock the world,
Both black, white, straight, and gay,
But the yammer and the clamor when we'd hammer on the drama,
Made the glamour fade and caused us to say,
(some visual no-no)
We can't do that.
(DANCE BREAK—man/woman mime humping...chased offstage by singer
—then—
man/man mime humping...chased offstage by singer
—then—
woman/woman mime humping...chased offstage by singer, but he REALLY takes his time about it.
MC
We can't do that.
(music—different guy emerges other side with sombrero and mexi-stache)
MC
We can't do that.
(music—1st guy emerges in full fairy mode)
MC
We can't do that.
(music—2nd guy emerges as orthodox jew)
MC
We can't do that!
My-my life has gotten...so hard
Can't even say...retard.
Things that used to be all the rage,
Now get you kicked off...the stage,
Stereotypes? Sexy plying?
Makes my job just a little bit trying,
Used to do accents and fat suits and such,
But now that's stuff we...can't touch.
CHORUS
Guess we gotta get a buncha...new bits,
Can't talk guns, can't talk tits,
Trash talk's out, which ain't too surprisin'
Don't want to seem like we're disenfranchisin',
Rude stuff that once paid our wages,
Now is fuel for a bunch of outrages,
Who can we mock now, maybe the Dutch?
(Guy emerges in wooden shoes and dutchboy wig objecting vigorously)
DUTCH BOY
Nee, dat kan je niet touch!
Chorus
Not too urban, lose the turban
Can't play a guy who's had too much bourbon,
We don't wanna be known as punks,
And these days can't even make fun of drunks.
We used to mock the world,
Both black, white, straight, and gay,
But the yammer and the clamor when we'd hammer on the drama,
Made the glamour fade and caused us to say,
(some visual no-no)
We can't do that.
(DANCE BREAK—man/woman mime humping...chased offstage by singer
—then—
man/man mime humping...chased offstage by singer
—then—
woman/woman mime humping...chased offstage by singer, but he REALLY takes his time about it.