Final Frontman - Fishboy

Pause for a minute and lets rewind

Back to the moment where the awful pizza

Bite was spat from foodies mouth

Art guard was there and she began for

Shout while working at the door

She lost her museum job a week before and now she’s yelling about a Handprint

on the table

Made of sauce and the loss of her job

(I guard the art, I guard the art)

When the statue was smashed a print was left

Made of messy melted chocolate

From unwrapped candy bar

The fastest foodie had been reviewing

And now the art guard can see it clear

She found her culprit, the hand prints matches

She slides across the dinner table

Grabbing his collar and screaming out curses

Dear it does appear I’m out of all ideas

This could be the last show that I play this year

So if you want to show up and see my face

I’m the frontman in the band playing the pizza place

The mess from the foodie table trickled down

Into multiple laps while heading towards the

Ground and one by one by one they raised

And inadvertently they made a

Wave that triggered feelings from

An old man former pitcher come

To ring in his endorsement of the new reopened restaurant

As he stands he demands

«No longer will I be a punching bag for you to mock with waving hands»

To prove he still had skillful pitches

He started throwing wads of pizza

He damned the wave with dirty language

Which caused the former performance artist

To shout

«I'm the wave creator!

I will not have it be insulted!»

He recalled dormant food fight powers

The entire restaurant starting fighting

Wads of cheese wads of dough

Wads of sauce a cup of soda

Slammed into the artists glasses

Provoking reaction from his daughter

Her first night as a light technician

She flashed a bulb at the former pitcher

And as he blindly stumbled backwards

The artist tackled him with pleasure

Dear it does appear I’m out of all ideas

This could be the last show that I play this year

So if you want to show up and see my face

I’m the frontman in the band playing the food fight at the pizza place

Finally the food fight finished out

The music stopped and on the lying on the

Ground was the old man pitcher on his back

We thought he had heart attack

«You broke my arm again you apes!

You had to go and make a wave»

The someone shouted out

«Good lord is there doctor in the house?»

We looked around

And the actor doctor stepped out of the crowd

He looked down at the geriatric

And said

«Although I’m out of practice

Let me give it some attention

This might require amputation

But I won’t know without investigation»

Supplies were brought from the kitchen

He made a cheese cloth sling to carry

A splint made out of hard salami

We stood around and stared in silence

The ambulance arrived with sirens

I struck up a casual conversation

With the actor doctors former writer girlfriend

And a week it past, we stayed in touch

And she interviewed everyone

And the interviews I turned to songs

And the songs became a thirty something minute singalong

And the moral of the story if I guess there’s one

If you are an artist, do not give up

Days it might be easy

Other days it’s hard

They can take you down but they can’t take your art