His palms are sweaty,
knees weak,
arms are heavy There's vomit on
his sweater already,
mom's spaghetti 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 goes so loud
He opens his mouth,
but the words won't come out
He's choking how,
everybody's choking now The clock's run
out, time's up,
over, blaow Snap back to reality,
oh, there goes gravity Oh,
there goes Rabbit,
he choked,
he's so mad But he won't
give up that easy,
no