And without comedy
I don't know if I could be me
Only thing separating
Being loved from being hated
And if I weren't funny
I don't think that you would like me
I'm not what you really think
I think I have the joking disease

Andy Kaufman was the king
But women weren't the only thing
He was wrestling
Carlin could've had everything
But he's the greatest
'Cause he came to his senses
Robin Williams appeared happy
But it's apparent now that he'd
Always been struggling
With what genuinity means
The performance is a means of retreat
Because if it weren't for comedy
I wouldn't realize that everything on TV
Was about as authentic as asking
A stranger how their day is going

With salt like this some is
Bound to end up in the wound
As soon as one quip is made
Another is in the queue
Whether or not I'm being sincere
No one would have a clue
Because every second thing I say
Isn't remotely true
Maybe it's just a way to mask how I feel
The ability to pass off anything
Was the appeal
Having genuine discourse now
Would feel surreal
I think I'm much too far past
The point of being real

And if I weren't funny
I don't think that you would like me
Only thing separating
Being loved from being hated
And if I weren't funny
I don't think that I could be me
Only thing that is allowing
Me to be any sort of interesting
And without comedy
The act committing to being oblique
I wouldn't realize that everything on TV
Was about as real as me

And if I weren't funny
I don't think that you would like me
Thoughts would coincide with speaking
I'd tell you how I really feel
And if I weren't funny
I don't think that you would like me
I'm not what you really think
I think I have the joking disease

"Thank you so much."