Mic Stand

There's a song that’s coming up
For which I poorly planned
I look around the stage and I don’t see a fucking stand
With both hands occupied
Playing my keytar
I quickly scan the audience and AHA there you are
Come be my mic stand
You can join me on the stage
Holding forth the magic stick that amplifies my rage
You're a mic stand
And I feel like such a jerk
You paid to see my concert
And I put your ass to work

Up there on the stage
Standing tall and proud
Arm outstretched to hold aloft
The thing that makes me loud
Your peers are usually tripods
Or have a metal base
But you're the only one I've met with two legs and a face

You're a mic stand
And you stand there while I shout
I'm sorry if I spit on you I hope it washes out
You're a mic stand
And I can't thank you enough
I wish I had more stage equipment that would buy my stuff

Okay…there’s supposed to be a keytar solo here but you’re just staring at me and you’re like RIGHT THERE and it’s making me kinda self-conscious. Can you, like, uh, look over that way for just a minute? Okay, thanks

*keytar solo*

You're a mic stand
Holding mics is what you do
Hey you've got another hand, man, can you hold my water too?
You're a mic stand
And I can't believe you're here
You paid to see my concert and I use you as my gear
You're a mic stand