Clap And Cheer When One Is Near!

One just walked by. Oh me, oh my. I'm so.....whoopdi friggin doo. Yep, that's what I am at my zoo. Oh, another just did. Pfffffffffffft to any nuts who flip their lid.

Look at me. Look at me.
I'm a star on that there TV.
Maybe YouTube, maybe the stage.
Either way, I'm all the rage.

Come, fawn, stay, look.
You may one day get in my book.
It won't be written by me.
Not a word of it will come to be.

But I'll sign the page.
I'll collect the big wage.
Wouldn't you like me to sign?
After all, I'm ever so divine.

The two seconds you see.
That gives you a woweee.
I'm just that great and admired.
But I can't stay long, I'm tired.

Tired of being me and my life.
I have all of this very hard strife.
I have to get my toenails done.
I just don't have time for any fun.

I'm such a giver to everyone and everything.
Tell my agent to give the IRS a ring.
That donation will lower my income tax.
Why else do you think I did that ad for Ex-Lax?

I can act a role written by another.
I can stand in front a camera controlled by some other.
I can sit in a chair while my make up is done.
Sigh, life is so hard for me always being under the gun.

Bend and cheer and bow as well.
I deserve it even if I can't spell.
My brains may be all in my ass.
But hey, that is what got me that screen pass.

I do nothing substantial but still you bow.
I am more sacred than some kind of cow.
I learned that in a script years ago.
Why I remember it, I don't know.

But look at me, look at me.
I'm the one worshiped by thee.
Grab my gum, my wrapper and stool.
Sell it on eBay because I'm sooooo cool.

Are you a bowing down nut? Are you in some celebrity rut? Maybe a celebrity stalker? Could be their dog walker. The only way any nuts are like that is because the little people give them the power. Take it away, many will cower. No one to worship or obey their every whim. Probably don't even know how to use each limb. Do you pretend you know each celebrity lad or lass? All because they took a screen pass? Damn, are you sure that isn't bad gas? Let it go, maybe not in an elevator, like I do with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.