Audition (The Chateau D'Herouville Sessions) - Jethro Tull

The actors milling helplessly--

The script is blowing out to sea

But what the hell, we didn’t even pass an audition

The lines you’ll have to improvise

The words are written in the eyes

Of politicians who despise their fathers

And so the play necessitates

That all you boys participate

In fierce competition to eliminate each other

And groupies, on their way to war

Get to write the next film score

But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing

Men of religion, on the make

Pledge an oath they undertake

To make you wise for God’s own sake, and none other

While ladies get their bedding done

To win themselves a bouncing son--

But bad girls do it for the fun of just being

And me, I’m here to sing along

And I’m not concerned with righting wrongs

Just asking questions that belong without an answer

But God is laughing up his sleeve

As He pours himself another cup of tea

And He waves good-bye to you and me, at least for now