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.