Sing! Hey! Cha!

Hear the sound of the wanting brains
Capable of the American fame? (Nay!)
The shame, nobody remembers their names.

Hear them all shouting out of key.
To a song by the name of "Proud Mary" (Hey!)
The greed, and the strong need, for precious money.

I beg and scream, tell them to stop their horrid cries.
This is the finding of the best, of those tries.
In auditions

Hear them all singing out of time.
Each and ev-e-ry one forgets their lines. (Wait!)
They try, to find their way, through all their cries.

Can I get another Ruben? (Ruben!)
It's a drag that no-one's good at singin' (pray!)
I gag, I raise a flag, we surrender, man!

I beg to beam to winners, ones without those cries.
I am now yawning with a capitol "Y."
In auditions

Hey! "three, four!"


Need bail to get out of audition.
Is this some kind of punishment?
I'm using all of my powers
To block out this boy, "William."
"She Bangs," goes that horrid voice, and
thrill it all lacks, you should agree.
People aren't tired, [of] Hung attire.
More than fifteen minutes for he.
Just "cos, just "cos he was on TV, yeah!

I beg and scream, tell them to stop their horrid cries.
This is the finding of the best, of those tries.
I beg to beam to winners, ones without those cries.
I am now yawning with a capitol "Y."
This is a day in auditioooooooooons