Walk in. Give him my name. Looks up and down. Takes a good look at my pecs. Puts down the clipboard. Opens the rope for my 'stache. Walk in with my duffle hanging. Hat is tilted, I'm inside
toes begin to tap. This rhythm is a power 'shroom. Don't forget you're the super star. No one else could make it this far. Put a comb through that 'stache. Now you've got panache. Oh, let's do the
