I'm a singer
Whats outta key
I'm an architect
Without a line
I'm a three ring master
In a square box
I'm a fireman
Who's hydrophobic
I'm a painter
Outta oils
I'm a shrink
That's gone insane
I'm a butler
Without a mansion
I'm a driver
Without a spark
I'm a teacher
That doesn't add up
I'm a waiter
With no menu
I'm a principal
That ain't got principles
I'm a physicist
In a lawless brane
I may be all this baby
But I'll tell you what I'm not
Your lapdog
Plaything
Bankroll
Little bit on the side
I'm not your
Comedian
Prankster
Lover or forgiver
I'm not your
Two bit clown
Or your wait around
Cuz I got me some style baby
Even if its just my own.