(In the style of “Bad Company” by Bad Company)
VERSE 1
Comedy is supposed to be about fun
I’d rather off myself with a loaded gun
You were born with sense of humor cancer
The crowd is dead, army of a necromancer
CHORUS 1
That’s why they call you
Bad comedy, not a laugh or a cry
Bad, bad comedy, your edge is all a lie
Your edge is all a lie
Your edge is all a lie
VERSE 2
Oh so brave, a rebel you’ve been called
Truth teller? I’ve never been so appalled
And now these crowds, they boo you off the stage
Your lame-ass jokes, they will poorly age
CHORUS 2
That’s why they call you
Bad comedy, you got too many tries
Bad, bad comedy, no pay-per-view buys
No pay-per-view buys
No pay-per-view buys
BRIDGE
Laugh at the vulnerable
Laugh at the “truth”
You’re wasting your time
We’re wasting our youth
CHORUS 3
That’s why they call you
Bad comedy, go ahead and deny
Bad, bad comedy, shut up and make my fries
Shut up and make my fries
Until the day you die
