At first we were afraid;
We were mortified.
Kept thinking he could never make it--
Despite how hard he tried.
But then we spent so many nights
Seeing how we were dead-wrong,
And he grew strong
Because his hair is way-cool long!
And so he’s back--
Way out of place.
We all tune in to find him there
With that big grin upon his face.
They gave him every style to sing
To prove he could not stay on key;
They didn’t know his magic hold
On girls from ten to twenty-three.
The judges know
That this means war.
What is that sound now?
The votes demand one more “encore!”
Wasn’t he the one who made us ask each other “why?”
You’d think he’d crumble,
But he just makes big flirty eyes!
No, not that guy--
No, not Sanjay-a
Oh as long as he can mug and smile
He knows he’ll stay alive.
He’s got so much more to sing,
Much more talent he must bring,
But he’ll survive,
He will survive,