[Intro] [Spoken Word, Punk Rock]

(Record scratch)
Oi, remember Eric? Thought he was God’s gift. Bless him. Watch and learn…

[Verse 1]
Sarah’s perched at the window, watching Eric prance
Used to fall for his stories, now she wouldn’t give him a glance
Thought he was a legend, full of cheap chat and charm
Now he’s just background noise—set off the car alarm
Swaggering through town like he’s king of the street
But it’s just a parade of tragic defeat

[Chorus]
Yeah, the joke’s on him, and it’s killing me
He thinks he’s a heartbreaker, but he’s comedy
Chasing his own ego, what a one-man show
Couldn’t spot a clue if it punched him below
Yeah, the joke’s on him, and it’s sweet to see
He’s yesterday’s hero, a used-to-be
Sarah’s got her freedom, he’s got his lies
Let him wave his flag—she’s already said goodbye

[Verse 2]
Saw him at the market, rehearsing his lines
Chatting up a stranger like he’s something divine
She almost felt sorry for the poor new mark
But Sarah just laughed and faded into the dark
He’s got all the moves, but none of the class
Still thinks he’s a player—oh, mate, what a farce

[Chorus]
Yeah, the joke’s on him, and it’s killing me
He thinks he’s a heartbreaker, but he’s parody
Running in circles, king of the clowns
Sarah’s rolling her eyes as he struts through town
The joke’s on him, and he’s too thick to see
Still telling old stories, still chasing debris
Sarah’s in the sun, he’s stuck in the rain
Let him chase his shadow—she won’t play that game

[Bridge: Talking/Shouting]
Look at him—cheap cologne and borrowed lines
Still thinks he’s magic? He’s past his prime!
Broken record, always the same
Sarah’s lightyears ahead, he’s stuck in the game!

[Guitar Solo] [Chaotic]


[Final Chorus/Outro, Furious, Gang Vocals]
Yeah, the joke’s on him, and it’s painfully clear
He’s history’s punchline, not worth a tear
Sarah’s got the last laugh, and the world can see
Eric, you plank, you’re old news to me
Yeah, the joke’s on him, he’s all out of tricks
Sarah’s out dancing, he’s still chasing kicks
So raise a glass, let’s toast to the end—
Eric the legend? Nah, just lost another friend

[Outro: Fading Spoken, Punk Rock]
So long, Eric. Maybe try growing up next time. Sarah’s not even looking back—she’s laughing, mate. Proper comedy.
