You trained these lips when they were champs
And now they're itchin' for a comeback
So come back
It's a shame that your claim to fame
Hangs on someone else's name
So come back
Such a task and this is such a blast
And such a task
And such a task and this is such a blast
And all that jazz
And I think what I just wrote is going over my head,
I'm stealing lines from myself,
And what I said was never said.
It's just a lyrical lie,
Made up in my mind.