Showtime

I invited you to to the show
I didn't know it'd sell out though
And guest list's full
But if you left it until the day
I've tried my best but there's no way to get you in

And it blows
But showtime is over
And I'm sorry
I'm drunk and you're sober

You always get in free
When you're something to do with the industry
And not friends with me
Even though I've known you for years
They're still backstage drinking beers
Fingers in ears

And it blows
But showtime is over
And I'm sorry
I'm drunk and you're sober

Don't even bother asking for a plus-one
Because guest list is out of the question, son
Don't even bother asking for a plus-one
Because guest list is out of the question, son
Don't even bother asking for a plus-one
Because guest list is out of the question, son
Don't even bother asking for a plus-one
Because guest list is out of the question, son