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That fact is both a credit to the special itself and also a damning criticism of contemporary America. But while the s were a buoyant time for stand-up comedy, Leary never found his footing as a traditional stand-up comic. Instead, he used his working class, Irish Catholic upbringing as fodder for a darker, more personal brand of comedy.
While attending Boston's Emerson College, he became a charter member of the school's Comedy Workshop, and spent five years teaching at the institution following graduation. After gaining some success as a stand-up and writer, in he and his pregnant wife Ann traveled to London, where Leary was scheduled to perform for a BBC broadcast; while overseas, the couple's baby unexpectedly arrived, and a planned weekend trip became a prolonged stay. To while away the hours, Leary began writing his breakthrough one-man show, No Cure for Cancer; after premiering in Scotland, the show found widespread critical acclaim throughout Britain, and moved to American shores the following year.
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Denis Leary - Asshole lyrics. Asshole by Denis Leary. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests.
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Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts Maybe below the cockles Maybe in the sub cockle area Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys Maybe even in the colon, we don't know I'm just a regular Joe, with a regular job I'm your average white, suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested Oh no, no way, uh uh No I gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane While people behind me are going insane I'm an asshole he's an asshole, what an asshole I'm an asshole he's an asshole, such an asshole I use public toilets and I piss on the seat I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat? Nah I'm an asshole he's an asshole, what an asshole I'm an asshole he's the world's biggest asshole You know what I'm gonna do?