Soul of a Rock Star, Life of a Karaoke Singer

Putting his whole heart into it Belting out the chorus so loud Needing a prompter for the lyrics No one listening in the crowd. Signing up to sing again Waiting for his next go Playing the air guitar Putting on a show. The groupies are in his mind He cannot carry a note Everyone has left the bar He needs lozenges for his throat. He’ll come back again on Tuesday night To make love to the microphone Knowing women he will woo Yet going home alone. He practices in the shower He’s gonna make it big he knows He’s failed three times in auditions For the American Idol show. He knows every bar that has a machine And which nights they plug it in A regular the bartenders know Trying not to laugh at him. No one has the heart to tell him That he’s wasting his time I guess living in your own dream Isn’t really a crime. So sing it would-be rock and roll boy Pretend that you’re a star There will always be a place for you In the local Karaoke bar.