(from "The Super Bob Einstein" soundtrack)
You know my face, not my name
It's funny all the same
They won't know what hit these fools
I'm gonna rewrite the rules
Set the trap, lay in wait
The payoff will be great
It's subtle and dry and slow
I won't telegraph the blow
Hell no, I'm not asking for attention
Seems though you may have misread my intentions
Let go, maybe we won't need to mention
How I landed on my head
Don the suit, hit the ramp
Take it like a champ
Then a tremendous fall, or maybe a wrecking ball?
I brought the Funk, just in time
Enthusiasm's fine
Consider yourself told
After they made me, they broke the mold
Hell no, I'm not asking for exemptions
Seems though I may have messed with your conventions
Let go, maybe we won't need to mention
How I landed on my head
Wake me up when we land
I'll never understand
Man, it can get so dull
Let's make it uncomfortable
Line you up for the kill, then stay completely still
You won't see it coming then
I'm making you laugh again
Hell no, I'm not asking for attention
Seems though I may have increased all the tension
Let go, maybe we won't need to mention
How I landed on my head
Landed on my head
How I landed on my head
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