Drove into town
Feeling like a put-upon clown
Had to gussy up
With some makeup
And a kick-ass dress
With a pair of heels that would make you hiss

Greeted hundreds
While hiding my inner dread
Posed like a pro
With the media whore

Went back to the room
Woke up to the new york boom
And found a hippo in a tub
That came back with me from the pub

A hippo in a tub
Oh rub a dub dub
Need some grub
For my wilting shrub

There is no rhyme
There is no reason
There is only so much time
For a new job this season

If only the hippo would stop
Staring at me
And making me want to hop
With pure glee