Know-it-all, step aside and keep this to yourself
You're conceited to the bone
Self-important
Self-indulgent
You've been overestimated
A jester on a makeshift throne
The laughter dies, you owe us a punchline
Cause we're way beyond the joke
You're past your prime, you shouldn't cross that line, here's your consolation prize
Cut it out, skip the details, we don't wanna know
We're not gonna play along
Stop the preaching
Stop the wailing
Won't you stop the patronizing?
You're dead last in a race of one
The laughter dies, you owe us a punchline
Cause we're way beyond the joke
You're past your prime, you shouldn't cross
And we'll cut you down to size
You owe us a punchline
Writer(s): Jan Kazda
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