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