| Sing me a swan song, I’m goin punk John Rotten |
| Over Cuomo, Malcolm, Duck Rock, G.G. Allin |
| Suicide, tenth month |
| Trick or treat, who are you supposed to be… son? |
| Who, me? … Never |
| Sorry Mike Cera but skills aren’t there a- |
| -pparently geek but the speech be terror |
| Jones, the man in the mirror |
| Die with the king like pharaoh, too soon? Never- |
| -mind, the brolics, McLaren |
| No not again, is he gon' ever fall off? |
| No… next question |
| No resurrection, a rose on his necktie |
| Elevator up, tell Orville I said hi, bye |
| Waving, cane on |
| Looking up up and away with my cape off |
| Gone |
| Sing me a swan song, Gandolfini |
| Don’t stop believing, black screen me |
| Series finale, Jimmy go bye bye |
| Don’t cry for me Madonna, I’m fine |
| It’s another Sunday morning like a Lionel hit |
| Another 15 minutes in my biopic |
| Joachim, give those whiskers a tiny trim |
| Put this took on, and start rhymin in a higher pitch |
| Tell Affleck it’s time to film |
| We only got one take, roll sound |
| I’m drownin in a river outside of the Viper |
| While fleein Winona Ryder’s ex |
| Sing about Stipe, like, whichever Phoenix you’re a fan of |
| Wolfgang, rock me Amadeus |
| Decisive, swan song, sing one |
| I’m tired, time to go to bed |
| Brian Wilson |
| I’ve seen a lot of valleys |
| I’ve seen a lot of peaks |
| I’ve seen the bitter with the sweet |
| Victory and defeat |
| Sometimes I fell |
| But a voice kept sayin «Son» |