A dressing room painted eggshell white,
For if ivory she’ll have a fright,
And all specifications we must meet,
Right down to a new toilet seat.
And I’ve just sent out the concert booker,
To find a very specific type of hooker,
Certain issues of magazine,
Cornstarch for their leather jeans.
A machine gun acquired for these temporary digs.
And a separate room just to keep her wigs.
Accommodations for their furry friends.
And for God’s sake no brown M & Ms!!
I’ve studied the rider’s specific features,
All to appease pop stars and divas,
But I’d just as soon they shut their trap,
And I’m quite relieved to see their back.