Cage-Nerd - Tim Minchin

Yeah.

I’m in a cage.

(Yeah, can you see me?)

(I'm here.)

(In this cage.)

I’m in a cage

I’m in a cage

I’m in a cage (motherfucker, cage motherfucker)

I’m in a cage

I’m in a cage and its gone to the stage when I can’t be persuaded to set foot

on stage unless some punk has paid

for a cage cause a cage is all the rage in this day and age

for the proper famous

It’s outrageous that its taken me ages to come to the stage when I’m arriving

on stages

in cages there’s probably subtext are you picking it up?

it’s a metaphor for

who gives a fuck?

I’m in a cage

(You're in a fucking cage dude)

I’m in a cage

I could’ve swung out on stage like the Britney and Pink thing and then I could

have linked it to the ups and downs of existence I could’ve flown in in a

copter rode in on a chopper drop down on a wire emerge from a fire there’s only

one place for the genuine stars and that’s hanging out in bars.

Nothing ruins comedy like arenas

That is a well-established fact

But your enjoyment is not as important as my self-esteem is

My ego’s the only thing you can see clearly from the back

But I’m quite famous now, so suck my balls.

I’ve sold my tickets, my job is done

fuck you all

Who cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me,

And my tiny little penis,

and flogging DVDs

So bring it on, bring it on

Fuck the punters,

bring it on

I am a rockstar motherfucker

And I won’t be one for long

So bring it on, bring it on

You gotta make hay in the shining sun

You gotta rock all the way up

Cause the only place to go from here is down

But I’m trapped for now

And the fact for now

Is there’s no escaping this

I’m wearing baseball caps to hide my face

So the paps don’t snap my kids

All I ever wanted was to sing my little songs

But now I’m pregnant in Hello magazine

And I’m overweight in Cosmopolitan

So bring it on

Before too long my wife and kids will be gone gone gone

And I’ll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the four seasons

So bring it on, bring it on

Phone the hookers, stoke the bongs

I am a rockstar, I’ve got my own orchestra, I can do what I fucking want

I thought fame would make me happy

But she’s a fickle cheap romance

They just wanna see me dance

I’m in a cage (only us stars are hanging out in bars)

I’m in a cage (hanging out in bars)

I’m in a cage (only us stars are hanging out in bars)

I’m in a cage (hanging out in bars)