I originally posted this some 5 years ago under my Pseudonym WriteBeLight. The video is slightly different.
I had to work late.
I was feeling quite starved.
Decided to get take out.
From a local dive.
Me, I\'m no snob.
I\'m an average Joe.
So go to that place.
Cheap eats, grab and go.
So, walk in and sit down.
At a bar stool.
Just a working class slob.
Just your average fool.
Ordered up a white wine.
Barmaid poured the drink.
She gave me a menu.
I started to think.
Should I get the pasta?
Or, maybe chicken fingers.
Turns out I was in time,
To hear some locals sing.
You know what they call that.
To sing the Karaoke.
No matter if your voice,
Sounds like a frog croaking.
No, got to stay focused.
Just get up, get my food.
Return a Friday night.
If I\'m in the mood.
I\'ll think of a song and practice.
That\'s the way to succeed.
Oh, here comes my pasta.
It\'s time for me to leave.
Return and sing a ballad.
Wear my heart upon my sleeve.
Just hope I\'m good enough.
Or, they\'ll all get up and leave.