This show could get quite offensive
This show could get kinda rude
You'll think to yourself, I could be anywhere else
At the movies or eating a food
Audiences get quite defensive
When the jokes become kinda crude
You'll turn to your friends
You'll say, when does this end?
I hate it, who is she?
And Boo
But capitalism is just tapping to the rhythm
Of the sound of your pocket full of change
I've already got your money
I've already got your money
Even all the bees know the price of honey
And I'm just the comb
And if you don't like it, you can go home
These days, everyone's so sensitive
I'm never sure just what to say
No jokes about blacks in my one-woman act
About the Mormon, the Jewish, or gay
I can make a gay joke, I have a gay friend
How many fucks am I meant to give
When you're already here anyway
I'll say what I want to these motherfuckers in the front
But what's it matter
He's already paid
And capitalism is just tapping to the rhythm
Of the sound of your pocket full of change
I've already got your money
What if it was, like, really Blink-182?
Already got your money
My job here's to be funny
And occasionally say
Oh, honey
I might only say that once tonight
And if that's not enough for you
I've already got your money
Sing it, Trixie Mattel has
Already got our money
I've already got RuPaul's money
If you don't like it, you can go home