I'm on the Guestlist

[Verse 1]

There's no one that I ever need to see

But I say yes as long as it's free

I struggle into my faded black tee

Six blocks to the door utter confidently

The big boy there asks to see my ID

Ask me if I got my tickets already

So big so small simultaneously

[Chorus]

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

[Verse 2]

I played here just last week

I got 20 texts to 9:03

It's my friends asking if they can get in for free

I said let me seal the deal, they never hear back from me

They remind me of who I never want to be

They remind me of who I never want to be

[Chorus]

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

[Verse 3]

Stoned side stage in the VIP

Doesn't sound good here, but look at me

I leave mid-set so stealthily

But it's okay, it didn't cost me a thing

Have a good night your majesty

Have a good night your majesty

Yeah

[Chorus]

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

I'm on the guestlist

Yeah

I'm on the guestlist

[Outro]

Jerry: This reminds me, I was a kid when my mom went away and my sister had all these parties with all the, the fucking bongs and shit--same stuff. Yeah, it's weird. Reminds me of the '60s stuff

Ron Gallo: It doesn't make you think of church?

Jerry: A little bit

Unconfirmed speaker: Yes!

Ron Gallo: It makes me think of church

Jerry: Listen, you never saw the parties my sister had, with the bikers, and the van pulling up--the Scooby van with 40 hippies jumping out. And you go up in the bedroom and listen to the Janis Joplin. You can't get through the room--it's all smoked up with pot. And this stuff