i needed a jazzy song for the show

Im signing autographs Don’t you know what you have? You can hold me in the palm of your hand If you sell me I will hunt you down Kid, there’s more to life than Making a quick buck And i should know by now I am old enough To remember when the nitrate fixed the likeness In the darkroom You go ahead Scatter like a bug When the light fixture above Calls your bluff Ha ha ha

Tread lightly I’m holding your head Tread lightly The success is my friend Tread lightly I’m making it hand over fist And I won’t miss

I’m spinning epitaphs I’m honing my craft It is all in the casket for me to pilfer Remind me again which one you were And i can jot something down If it’s crass I’m passing the buck The past is a half eaten warmed over corpse If I made the rules all the fungus would starve But as it stands we exist where we are

Tread lightly I’m holding your head Tread lightly The success is my friend Tread lightly I’m making it hand over fist And I won’t miss