Cirque Du Soleil lyrics

What are you, on your phone? Hey, V-neck. Hey! – What's your name? – Sam. Sam? Cool! What do you do to afford V-necks, Sam? Typing numbers.

Ah… numbers, the letters of math. I’m sorry to bother you. I don't mean to single you out. I hate when people get pulled out of the audience. Like, are you familiar with the Cirque du Soleil, Sam? They're a group of French as*h*les that are slowly taking over America by humiliating audience members one by one. We once went to see Cirque du Soleil at Navy Pier when I was a kid, and my brother came, and he was 12 years old. You remember being 12, when you’re like, “No one look at me or I'll kill myself.” And these French bast*rds come into the crowd, being like, “Oh, Le volunteer, Bi Bi, Gwa Gwa Gwa!”

And they pulled my brother up on stage, and I was like, “No!” And they brought him up, and they reached into his sweatshirt, and they were like, "Oh, le bra!"

And they had planted a bra, and they pulled out a bra and they were like, "Oh, mais non!" And everyone at Navy Pier was like “Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!” And my brother was like, “That's great!”