Disclaimer: I don't own Rob Van Dam, any of the afermentioned characters or this song by Billy Joel. Sing along if you have it as an MP3 or on a CD or something. Maybe you have a record, I dunno.
Rob Van Piano Man
By: Ludvig Borga
It's nine oclock on a monday
The crowd is the same as last year
A wrestler stands in the showers
Makin love to X-Pac in the rear
He says "Son, can you bum me a cigarette?
Even though my lungs are all black
Well I know I should heed
Since you only smoke weed
But hey this isn't too out of whack"
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
Sing us a song, you're the acting man
If you want a match tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for an ass kicking
And we've heard you can put up a fight
Rock, at the top, he's a friend of mine
He gives me my jobs for free
And he's quick with the heat, even out on the street
But there's someplace he'd rather be
He says "Rob, I believe this is killing me"
As the eyebrow slowly fades way
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a big thing reprensentatist
Who never had time for a life
And he's talking with Kevin-o who's still in the nWo
And probably will be in strife
And the nWo pratices politics,
4:20 Horsemen slowly get stoned
Well, they're passing a bong and singin' a song
And it's better that Jake's not alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd for a Monday,
And Vince McMahon gives me a smile
Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
To once again get high for a while
And Chyna still sounds like a man
And the stalls smell like vomit and beer
And they sit in the back and put shit in my pack
And say"Man, how'd you get over there?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
Rob Van Piano Man
By: Ludvig Borga
It's nine oclock on a monday
The crowd is the same as last year
A wrestler stands in the showers
Makin love to X-Pac in the rear
He says "Son, can you bum me a cigarette?
Even though my lungs are all black
Well I know I should heed
Since you only smoke weed
But hey this isn't too out of whack"
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
Sing us a song, you're the acting man
If you want a match tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for an ass kicking
And we've heard you can put up a fight
Rock, at the top, he's a friend of mine
He gives me my jobs for free
And he's quick with the heat, even out on the street
But there's someplace he'd rather be
He says "Rob, I believe this is killing me"
As the eyebrow slowly fades way
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a big thing reprensentatist
Who never had time for a life
And he's talking with Kevin-o who's still in the nWo
And probably will be in strife
And the nWo pratices politics,
4:20 Horsemen slowly get stoned
Well, they're passing a bong and singin' a song
And it's better that Jake's not alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd for a Monday,
And Vince McMahon gives me a smile
Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
To once again get high for a while
And Chyna still sounds like a man
And the stalls smell like vomit and beer
And they sit in the back and put shit in my pack
And say"Man, how'd you get over there?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus