Let's Get It To Catch A Snipe
I guess I should start with the rising scene over the city.
The busiest extras sit drinking their tea,
trying hard to be seen.
Not quite stars, but well on their way,
through mechanical breathing and controllable thinking.
But enough about no ones, back to my show.
I'll tell you a story about someone I know.
And he sang out, while everyone's whispering,
about things that shouldn't matter.
All they care about is who they came with to the show.
Here's your lines, say them right, they go...
"What does he think that he's trying to prove?
Oh and where does he get off using those moves?
It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight.
Baby, there ain't room for two."
"Kill the lights," he screams.
"Watch me shine," he sings,
"La da da da da da"
If there's a way from this stage to the top of the world,
I'll be there.
Watch me turn all of these "no's" into "wow's"
into "How could the crowd be so blinded with doubt?"
He won't mind them much longer, despite all their laughter.
He knows the one who laughs last is the one who laughs loudest.
"What does he think that he's trying to prove?
Oh and where does he get off using those moves?
It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight.
Baby, there ain't room for two."
"Kill the lights," he screams.
"Watch me shine," he sings,
"La da da da da da"
If there's a way from this stage to the top of the world,
I'll be there.
Enough is enough, no more time for charades.
His mind racing like his pulse, he was fed up with these games.
No more reaching or needing these "not-quite friends."
They made a puppet out of me, I'll make a puppet out of them.
With a pocket full of strings and an arsenal of wits,
in a matter of time they'll be screaming his name.
He could smell the sweet roses sail towards the stage.
Now the house lights are dimming.
The show is beginning.
Please take your seats.
Oh, and thank you for coming.
A marvelous thing, I raise both my hands,
as I make them all sing
"La da da da da da"
