Microphone Song - Canasta

So, here I sit

Pen hangs forever an inch above the page

Feels just like schoolwork

Thought I’d be through with all that by this age

Caffeinated ideas race to and fro I can’t catch even one

Two hours to go

Someone remind me that this should be fun

I’m tired of trying

To express what’s not there

Forming opinions worthy to share

I’ve got things I’m thinking but why would you care?

Who am I?

'Cause on the ki-ki-kinda day like today

When I-I-I've got nothing to say

I feel that my-my-my words get in the way

Of what the fi-fi-five of them are trying to play

So please do-do-don't pay attention to me

'Cause I’m go-go-goin' broke lyrically

And if a po-po-poet's what I wanted to be

A micropho-pho-phone's not something I’d need

Still here I sit

Minutes to go and I’m losing my cool

I start to resent

All those of you who swear by the rule

That great rock n roll isn’t just something you pick up and play

But great rock n roll should always have something of value to say