Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry
Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching
Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do
Get the show on, get off stage, and go home

I can't stand you talking to me
I don't want you standing on my corner no more
Transport me to a different planet
Get the show on, get off stage, and go home

You're only getting paid to do one thing
Every second that you waste is money lost
No one cares what you sing as long as you sing
Every minute's coming out of your paycheck

Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry
Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching
Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do
Get the show on, get off stage, and go home

This ain't no time for subtlety
Cast away your self-control and self-respect
Beat me over the head with the chorus
Get the show on, get off stage, and go home

Your father told me you're a comedian
Well, I came up with something you can use in your skits
But when you're up there, don't forget about Uncle Rick
If you get on TV, shout me out

No bonus in the gig economy
No paid time off with overtime
You call yourself a freelancer
I thought this was free

Got tens of eyes waiting for you
Don't you know who you're talking to?
Can I speak to your manager?
What do you mean she's dead?

Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry
Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching
Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do
Get the show on, get off stage, and go home

You're only getting paid to do one thing
Every second that you waste is money lost
No one cares what you sing as long as you sing
Every minute's coming out of your paycheck

Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry
Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching
Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do
Every minute's coming out of your paycheck