Rowdy, randy, loud.
They all quiet in the dark.
But soon, the shouts start.

They chant at the screen.
Some throw rice, some throw flowers.
They dance in the aisles.

I wish I was there,
My voice roaring with the crowd,
In sequins, sparkles.

I hear the music,
Let's do the Time Warp again,
And I heed the call.

But those around me,
They don't understand it.
They don't hear at all.