Lyrics

Dedicated to the fact that, sometimes, it's not the role that makes a moment great...it's the casting. Or lack thereof.

Hey [Hey} you [you], you know who I am?
Who you?
Yes me, I'm guy in sports bar.

Hey there waitress
Can a guy get a Bud?
Hey there waitress!

Turn the sound up
I’m really into this fight
How’s my light?

I’ve got a line
Waiting for my cue
Hey younger fella
How about you?

I'll be your old man reading
Or standing on the street
When you can’t get DeNiro,
Pacino or Streep!

The role of my dreams
I’m guy in sports bar
As weird as it seems
[They saved a trailer baby]
For guy in sports bar
[SAG card, yeah]
Eeeewwwww
what a shot (shot!) ouch (ow!)
Says guy in sports bar!

[How does that taste, Wilbon?]

Kick Buttowski
Consultant on Listen Up
There’s a jacket

South Park (sort of)
Mr. 3000 and more
Well, just those 4

Wait, there’s the Millers
And I’m counting Dream Job
So when you’re casting
a crowd or a mob

I'll be your geezer walking
Just call on old satch!
When you can’t get Hathaway
Or Cumberbatch…

The role of my dreams
I’m guy in sports bar
Other guy wants to scream
[I won a contest baby]
At guy in sports bar
[Eat it, yeah]
Ohhhhhh
Where’s my close (up!) De (Mille!)
For guy in sports bar!