There’s a light that hides a frog face
You had to choose whether to continue or not
So the odds screamed for your surrender
And there you go again

A groupie wiped my sweat
She licked it boldly like a terrible bet
She swore she would be blessed
Since I'm divine and well-dressed

Wow lalala
Wow lalala

A manager made me a test
He recorded my falsetto and smeared my chest
He called me Golden boy and it sounded so pouch
I suddenly realized it was a casting couch

A boy band with ugly people
As sturdy as an old steeple
Two years from now and you’ll see
The only News will be the beer spree

Wow lalala
Wow lalala