Ten thousand people gather
Outside a thousand-person town
To see a stranger live his dream
When his band has come around.
He’ll play a dozen ditties
And we’ll sing along by heart
Because a dumb thing he wrote down
Appeared to us as art.
He’ll sell out seven stadiums
All seven days a week
And people clap and scream and cry
All just to hear him speak.
If this man brings such joy to many
Then imagine what you’d do
If you were better looking
And rich and super talented too!
The Daily Travesty 