Oh, It's the Bob and Tom Show. I'm a traveling comedian. I play a different club each week. They put us up in filthy condos but man this one reeks. The

toilets broke it smells like smoke stale beer and dirty socks.

Who was the comic that worked here last?

Must have been John Fox.

John Fox, John Fox.

John Fox.

Keep him sober and I hear Fox rocks.

But he'll trash the place everywhere he stays.

Smells like ass and cat food.

No one's cleaned for days.

The feast. days.

The VCR and TV's gone. The C. Luddred. Teeve's gone.

The couch is stained blood red.

There's empty Cuervo bottles a passed out stripper in the bed

Porno tapes real twisted stuff

fill a cardboard box

with the label on the top that reads property of John Fox.

John Fox, the funny man John Fox.

But if he gets too drunk the audience walks. He leaves his DNA at every

place he stays. So don't drink what you think is apple juice or eat the mayonnaise.

John Fox, old John Fox.

Singing about the legend, the legend of John Fox. Hey, you caught us.

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