Is wrestling in real life
Is it just fantasy
Caught in geek's mind
No escape to reality

Open your eyes, this is WWE
Vince is just a rich guy, he pays bills like you and me
Wrestlers often come, often go
Some are highs, some are lows
Any gimmick they suggest doesn't really matter to me

Mama, I jobbed to a man
Dropped me right on my head
My career's already dead
Mama, wrestling's lots of fun
But now I've gone into a stint where they think I'm gay
Angle, oooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not the champion this time tomorrow
Wrestling goes on as if storylines really mattered

Too late, my time has come
I botched a move on my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye Mister Vinny, I've got to go
Kane may be a murderer, he has to tell the truth
Mama, ooh, why did Katie Vick have to die
I sometimes wish wrestling never existed at all

I see the World Championship is on RAW
Triple H, Triple H, will you wrestle Kurt Angle
Thunderbolt and lightning, Undertaker's frightening to me
Palumbo, Stamboli, Nunzio figaro, magnifico
Shawn's just a sexy boy, all the ladies love him
Kane is a burned boy with a dead family
Hell in a Cell is a monstrocity

Gimmicks come, gimmicks go
Will you let me go
Mordecai, no, he will not let you go
Let me go, no, we will not let you go
Let me go, no, we will not let you go
At least let me job, okay methinks we'll let you job
Ahhh, no no no no no

Brama bulla, brama bulla
Brama bulla, let me go
Vinny Mac has got a stint put aside for me

So Randy thinks he can hit Foley and spit in his eye
So Kane can love Katie and screw her when she dies
Oh baby, I think wrestling's going crazy
Just gotta love it, SmackDown's coming to an arena near you

Rikishi's getting fatter
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters in WWE

Why won't you come to our shows