The Spectacle

When you hear about me on the evening news
You'll be washing up ya' dishes in yo' fuzzy shoes
and looking in the mirror for an answer to your woes
Filling up your bathtub, taking off your clothes

When I become the Spectacle everyone wants to see
you'll be sitting in the stands
clapping with yo' hands
peeling off the wrappers to your cupcakes

Why don't you just climb a tree
That's where you really ought to be
or dig a hole and then jump in
Apply those mudcakes to yo' skin

When you hear about all the miracles I perform
and I'm in two places at once
You'll be underneath your car, wishing on a star
eating from a jar, looking in your CLOSET!!