Lyrics

As we were doing our thing on Saturday, I was wondering what the people in Kilroy's were actually thinking was going on in the room next door. With all of us singing odes to some strange, old man, they may have thought we were some sort of strange cult ;-).

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What’s this brouhaha?
Wasn’t this supposed to be a sports bar?
Here I am, in the dining room
How the heck could I have missed the meeting on the porch?
In comes this “deity”
Even though I have absolutely no
Idea at all
What is being sung despite the projector
He’s an orange man
The radio star who rarely faced an audience

What’s this ballyhoo?
After all
This is my big night on the town
My anniversary to this woman. I’m proud
I assumed that I wouldn’t hear a song
So I was wrong
I still don’t understand
All the cult behavior and the karaoke
I guess I appreciate
The role this sports bar played
The speech the old man made
And after the key lime pie
And after the check is due
I sit confused
And ask myself
What’s this commotion?