Music is my rhythm muse
sometimes though it blows a fuse
as the bass down beat rains
fries the cells inside my brain

Then I become like cypress hill
always looking for a thrill
or maybe more like Sting
or maybe its more like Bing

Crooning low and slow
all the ladies feel my flow
and they snap along in time
dropping ******* on a dime

Up on shoulders, concert scream
I think I'm living in a dream
But I'm singing in my car
not really being a rock-star

I'm a legend in my mind
an undiscovered gem, a find
Except on nights at the bar
Karaoke time I'm a star