Now that you're "woke" and a leftwing delight
accolades flow, and your future looks bright
Big fancy gigs, many $millions more
Of course you must realize you had this before

Beauty and talent with riches and fame
There was no need to sully your name
To betray all those people who took you so far
Who carried you platinum; who made you a star

But enjoy hanging 'round with your new entourage
And trading your values for their Marxist mirage
There's only one thing I would ask you about
How does it feel to be selling out?