[Verse]
A priest
A minister
They stroll in tall
The rabbit hops
He’s feeling small
Bartender asks
What’ll it be?
The rabbit shrugs
Says
“Don’t ask me”
[Chorus]
I think I’m a typo
A slip of the hand
Not in the script
Not part of the plan
Life’s a big edit
A word gone astray
I’m just a mistake in the grand cabaret
[Verse 2]
The priest says grace
The minister cheers
The rabbit just stares at his frothy beer
He mutters low
“Am I even real?”
“Or just a joke with no appeal?”
[Prechorus]
The room erupts
They laugh too loud
But the rabbit’s lost in his mental cloud
[Chorus]
I think I’m a typo
A glitch in the text
A punchline misplaced
What happens next?
Life’s a big rewrite
A draft gone awry
But I’m still here
So why not try?
[Bridge]
He raises his glass
To errors and flaws
To all the misspelled
The broken applause
Says
“I’m not perfect
But neither are you
So let’s toast the typo
And make it new”