No time like the present
To send this one home
His voice is untuned and cracking
Standing up there all alone
Is this reality or fantasy?
It's so hard to tell these days
Trying to win prize or contract
By singing
By dancing
Or a million other ways
The best is when they get mad or cry
As the crowds enthusiasm swells then wanes
Earning their five minutes of fame
Far easier than painting a bunch of soup cans
In the end our attention moves on
To the next ugly person with a lovely voice
Holding our collective breath for the next big thing
As if we really have a choice
New thing new thing
Shiny like a penny
Leap into my eye
Fill up my ear
Razzle me
Dazzle me
Please bring a tear
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