D. Michael Caabeiro

Life As A Gala Is A Gala As A Gala

If life as a gala is a gala as a gala,
How could its dress code be a failure?
Have you forgotten your top hat on purpose?
Too uncomfortable, I can understand...
Smile, worryhead, here comes your man.

This gala has flaws everywhere!
>From our singers out of key here,
To our guests being rowdy there!
Too uncomfortable, too crude, I can understand...
Give me a smirk, little lady, here comes your man.

This host I speak of,
Does not tolerate
Any of his Guests:
Arriving terribly late. . .
Waltzing around his gate. . .
or any of his young, young friends on date
sneaking out and about in order to mate.

Here comes the host. Here comes your man,
With typhoon-like powers
hidden within the wave of his hand.

Life As A Gala.
Life is just a little bit hard,
I understand.
Be quite thankful, chuckle in the sand.
Here comes your Man.