(Intro) (Cheerful whistling. A dry throat-clear.) "What do you call a fake noodle? ... An Im-pasta!" (Beat kicks in, bouncy and bright) Verse 1 Hands folded neatly, my gaze firm and cold, A picture of virtue, or so I’ve been told. Standing in the corner, posture's ten out of ten, They think, "What an angel," again and again. They call me the quiet one, obedient and sweet, A holy protector you’d meet on the street. But under the surface, there’s a spark in my eye, And my poker face is just a clever disguise. Chorus Oh, I’m wearing this halo just for the show, While I’m watching the world and the people I know! I’m curious, cheeky, and a little bit bold, With a terrible joke that’s already been told. I might look distant, like I’m standing apart, But there’s a party-loving rebel in the core of my heart! Yeah, I’m laughing the loudest at my own silly lines, Even if you’re cringing at my comedy crimes. Verse 2 I’m watching you humans, the way that you move, Just looking for something to help me improve. I trip over shadows and land in the dirt, Then ask, "Did that look like a pro, or did it hurt?" I’ll prod and I’ll poke just to see what you’ll do, To find if there’s a smile hidden inside of you. My timing is awful, the punchline’s a mess, But I’ll keep on joking, I must digress! Bridge (Music softens, mock-serious) They say silence is golden and gravity’s key, But a life without giggles is no life for me. I’m no perfect angel, I’m just... well, me. (Short pause) "Why did the scarecrow win an award? ... Because he was outstanding in his field!" (Music explodes back into joy) :heart: Klicken, um zu reagieren :rofl: Klicken, um zu reagieren :thumbsup: Klicken, um zu reagieren Reaktion hinzufügen Antworten Weiterleiten Mehr [21:10]Montag, 20. April 2026 21:10 Chorus Oh, I’m wearing this halo just for the show, While I’m watching the world and the people I know! I’m curious, cheeky, and a little bit bold, With a terrible joke that’s already been told. I might look distant, like I’m standing apart, But there’s a party-loving rebel in the core of my heart! Yeah, I’m laughing the loudest at my own silly lines, Even if you’re cringing at my comedy crimes. Outro So don't take it personal if I’m acting the fool, Breaking the "angelic and serious" rule. I’m the saint with the puns and the crooked grin, Now listen close, here’s one more for the win... (Music fades) "What do you call a bear with no teeth? ... A gummy bear!" (A warm, genuine laugh, then silence)
