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This neighborhood’s funny, oh, what a mix, Got granny doin' yoga, and teens snappin' pics! Let’s give a warm welcome, raise a cheer to the sky, For the comic who tells it like it is, give it up for this guy!' (Laughter fades, spotlight on stage, mic stand ready for the first bit) Remember back in the day, we actually talked eye to eye? Kids used to play cops and robbers, just for kicks, remember that? Now they’re all grown up, still playin', but with real combat, Got my comfy chair, kicked back, just watchin' the scene unfold, One minute they’re shakin' hands, next, the glares are cold, I tell ya, this channel's better than reality TV, 'Cause reality’s become the show, and it's all for free. It's weird to watch the world today, ain't it? See how they handle a globe in a spat, Leaders actin' like they in nursery, oh yeah, They tossin' tweets like it's World War III, ha ha I’m just observing, got my popcorn here, Nations drawing lines, like, 'Your side, my sphere', Remember back when we didn't know so much? (Intro strum, light-hearted laughs) Welcome to the jester's court, where laughs rule the night, Give it up for our guy, shining under the spotlight! [Start of set] How's everyone doin'? Keep that grin wide! I'm just over here, tryin' to figure out the Wi-Fi. You ever notice how passwords are like secrets from your spouse?
