The pandemonium is finally setting innYou arent a winner till someone says you arenSmile like you have a chance to be beautiful and richnLadies and gentlemen, come on downnWhen no one knows your namennDolled up star shining for this shownnMake up, dressing rooms, seating plans, a construed web of vainnThis is, where ill, be blessed, god strikes with his microphonenComplaining? Already? is the boat not big enoughnJust between, you and I, I dont think the cameras even onnnYou think he sleeps the best at nightnRolling in his moneynIt doesnt matter put on your suitnWe got a lovely audience tonightnnOuuu our character is flawed, by our desire to be bestnSo if your seen walking down, I hope youre as immortal as your makeup teamnnAnd oh what a shame it is, to shine like the cheap wax on your shoesnRemember your seat number, and who sat next to younThese moments get frozen in time they saynAnd if you stop on your way backstage to look back with the deer in the headlight eyesnDo not focus, but do not stare, when you turn your back on famennThe ratings will dropnThe crowd will disownnPut down the microphonenNow you are left alone