His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, MOM'S SPAGHETTI, He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes Rabbit..zoek de rest van de tekst maar zelf op