I'm not a singer I just talk in a funny way
To make you want to listen to what I have to say
I belt and speak behind melody in hopes you'd think I'm cool
And by the looks I'd say that I'm the fool

I'm not a genius I just use words in a strange technique
I was born to push a broom but not to sweep you off your feet
I jump around for the crowd to keep you entertained
But behind the curtains I'm just plain

I'm too young to be feelin old
And all that glistens isn't gold but I don't glisten I don't even glow