Little Comedian Lyrics

Little Comedian

Here comes the star of the show, but he’s got piss on his clothes - still he’s
the man with all the front. ladies and gentlemen, let’s have your warmest
welcome for the world’s biggest littl
T.

There’s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one’s laughing, little
comedian.

Knock knock, I wonder who’s that? knocking everyone’s drinks back and treading
sh*t into the rug. it’s the boy with the poison inside. the funny-man with the
weak little spine, still he’s his mother’s favourite thug.

There’s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

[chorus]

8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute
sickness warning.
Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with
sick face in

There’s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

[chorus]