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Did’ya see the one about the busker, he got a

Big break signed to a label, yeah, and a

Man on the side of a highway exit with a

Golden voice made for the radio

And you’ve been working your way up the food chain

Shark versus tiger, man versus bear

Rise to the summit on your blood and tears

'Cause its all that you know and ever wanted

But did you know beggars on the street make

About fifty bucks a day more than you do

And you ended up in the red with the

Beers that you bought at your own show?

Here is your gold star for effort, man

Keep soldiering on, just fight the good fight

Keep soldiering on, keep soldering on

Here is your gold star for effort, man

Just fight the good fight

Keep soldiering on, keep soldiering on, keep soldiering on

Did you see the one about the waitress, just got

Discovered by a big time director, or the

Woman at the mental hospital showing at the

MOMA or some other gallery

And you’ve been about to make it big for a while

Like twenty four months now and counting

But the money in the bank account is gone and your

Wallet is cartoon empty

And everyone asks you about the show

And they say that they’re gonna make it

But you played out to a house of ghosts

'Cause nobody followed through

Did you see the one about the rapper, hat trick

Viral video, eggs over easy

Eight arm, guitar, sexy girls, with the

Come hither eyes and the ample rack

And you’re just a humble fisherman’s son

With a bright-eyed look and song in your heart

«You've got a shot at the big time son,»

They would say, back in your home town

But you don’t wanna go Gangnam style

With a shit-eating grin and bear it

'Cause you’ve got a stupid sense of pride

And you fall for it every damn time

Favorite son, and rapper slash actress

Triple-threat, dancer, musician, gut check

Talk smack, street tough, man of the people

But he’s never been to the ghetto

Back in the day with Dylan and the gang, and

New best buddies with Brooklyn, scenester

Composer, dilletante, shyster, hipster

Everybody knows that Dylan was the man

But you never listened to Blonde on Blonde

Or played guitar for the folk gods, and

You never knew enough names to drop them

Nonchalant and casual

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