I’ve grown weary, I’ve grown tired
Of being forced to play this part
In the latest losing production
This B-Movie of yours, out of sorts

All I’ve lately come to know
Is acting out this one role
While you play heroes and villains
This audience is struggling to cope

There never seems to be a script
To go along with the craziness
It’s hard enough to follow
The drunkenness of your ad libs

I’m not looking for a staring role
But neither am I a walk on
I hear there’s a part that’s coming up
In another film so wish me luck

I tire easily of B-Movies
Played out on the streets but not the big screen
As I ride off into the sunset
Let the credits roll behind me

Find someone else for your B-Movie…