On a typical night, at a typical club, in a typical talent quest
I was singing my heart out, working the crowd,
playing like a man possessed
With my eyes on the prize, I was holding all eyes,
building up to my best hook line….
Number 17, your Chicken Maryland is ready, please go to the bistro number 17, and collect your Chicken Maryland !
I just can’t shake the feeling there’s a God in the Ceiling,
a fiendish agenda of making it hot for me
All my senses are reeling, when that God in the Ceiling
comes blaring into my life, controlling my destiny
So I went to the bar, where I started to talk with a very attractive girl
We were hitting it off, I was seeing my chance -
my heart in a hopeful whirl
I was well down the road, twixt the Raffle and the Ode, building up to my best hook line….
Would the owner of vehicle registration number MDJ457
please go to the parking area immediately and move your car -
you are blocking the courtesy bus !
I just can’t shake the feeling…
No style or wit, can’t rap for shit, can’t sing, can’t play
Just a nasal squeak, no mike technique - but turned up full,
always gets the final say…
Owner of vehicle JFK456, you have left your lights on,
you won’t be going anywhere tonight… etc
The club is closing in five minutes, duty manager to the office please,
the club is closing… etc
Ah, SHUT UP! I just can’t shake the feeling…
Number 17, your Chicken Maryland is… burnt!
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