Today on the drive to work I heard Taylor Hicks’ single for the first time. Yes, I live in a cave, let’s move on. At any rate, the song didn’t surprise me. I could totally write for those people. Let’s give it a whirl:
*Uncertain low crooning about sense of self*
“Who am I really, I think I might suck but I’m not sure, let’s ponder it, ohh ohh ohh.”
*deep breath*
*Second verse, with a desperate shred of confidence*
“I’m giving it my all, how can I suck if I’m trying so hard, warble warble moan.”
*Chorus*
“Tell me I don’t suck, all my dreams came true when I won this puppet show, now I’ll shill for Heinz ketchup and live the dream until I blow my bank account on 250-year-old-bourbon and dabble in tax evasion, ahhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhh.”
*bridge*
“I’ll spread my wings/let my heart soar/have other hypothetical body parts do hypothetical traveling, oh yeah, oh YEAH.”
*Chorus*
*Two second guitar solo, so the instrumentalist doesn’t rot in a 1-4-5 coma*
*Key change*
*Chorus up a half step, now backed by the entire cast of Sister Act*
*First verse, now with new-found sense of my awesomeness*
*Last word held for six minutes*
That wasn’t hard. Dianne Warren’s got nuthin’.
Greenbunny
Yup, that’s about it. Dreams? Check. Wings? Check. Chorus of people repeating every word? Check.