It seems I'm cursed and what is worse The play I'm in seems unrehearsed The spotlight swims before my eyes I lack the wits to improvise What a knockback What a stepback What a setback What a downer What a letdown What a step-down What a comedown What a downer Is it conceit that finds me here? Too much wine or too much beer? Bleary eyed I face the throng Too far out and too far gone What a knockback What a stepback What a setback What a downer What a letdown What a step-down What a comedown What a downer Should I topple from the stage Please don't heckle, please don't rage Just lay your grievance at my door You'll get your money back and more What a knockback What a stepback What a setback What a downer What a letdown What a step-down What a comedown What a downer