American Idle

[Verse 2: Busdriver]
I was a label intern [?]
But I sweat profusely while I crowd surf
At the amphitheater
[?] billowing smoke burned to death by the pyrotechnics
But I still blow kisses to contact your show business
Drinking bottles of [?] filled with tropical fish
My number one hit was [?]
They banned the song and called it anti-Semitic
But I don't care, I'm in a tanning salon
Reading movie scripts, fingers coochie lips, loading uzi clips
Waiting for my [?]
I got you this job at the next big thing press kit dream wet fish in stream
"Hey, aren't you painfully famous? Can't you sign my pancreas and my kidneys here right next to Britney Spears? You saved music in the shittiest year."