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 jokin 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 won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it he knows
his whole back's to these ropes-
noodles are also spaghetti ropes.