He's bummy 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 roasts aloud, he opens his mouth but the words won't come out He's choking now, everybody's choking now, the clock's run out, time's up, all the clout Snap back to reality, ohp, there goes gravity, ohp, it's all mad but he won't give up, that is he know