His palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy, there's vomit on swetter already moms spaggetti, 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 has grown so loud, he opens his mouth but the words wont come out, he's choking now, every bodies joking now, the clocks run out, times up over blow, Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity, oh there goes rabbit he wont give up that easy, nope he wont have it...