Busy Being Awesome

*“And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the man, the myth, the legend… the guy who makes mirrors blush and coffee cups jealous…

Coming in hotter than your Monday morning deadlines, and cooler than the other side of the pillow… This is the anthem for anyone too awesome to be interrupted.

Turn it up, because you won’t hear a word they say… over the sound of YOU.”*

Walkin’ in the room like I own the floor,

Mirror on the wall says “you’re even more,”

Got my coffee in hand like a trophy cup,

Every step I take, the volume’s cranked up.

Co-workers talkin’ ‘bout the weather today,

But my swagger’s too loud, can’t hear what they say,

They wave their hands like “Hey, are you there?”

Yeah, but I’m busy just breathing rare air.

Oh no—did I miss your little speech?

I was on the top shelf, just outta reach,

You can send me a memo, I’ll get it someday…

But right now, all I gotta say—

Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, the applause is too loud,

My spotlight’s blinding, I’m just wowing the crowd,

Your words got lost in my victory jam,

Oops—my bad… I was busy being awesome, ma’am.

Every time I walk by, heads start to turn,

Guess it’s hard not to watch when the fire burns,

Got a “Best at Everything” crown on my head,

Even my haters take notes on what I said.

My boss said “Work harder,” I said “Work smart,”

And by that I mean… let me play the part,

They tried to one-up me, bless their hearts,

But I wrote the rulebook for being off the charts.

Oh, you were talkin’ to me?

My bad—didn’t catch it.

I was busy posing for my mental magazine cover.

…What’s that? You want my autograph?

Sorry, you’ll have to get in line behind my reflection.

Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, the applause is too loud,

My spotlight’s blinding, I’m just wowing the crowd,

Your words got lost in my victory jam,

Oops—my bad… I was busy being awesome, ma’am.

I’m so fresh, my mirror claps first,

So cool, I make the icebergs thirst,

So bright, the sun asks me for shade,

So smooth, I make velvet feel handmade.

Got more style than a peacock parade,

More shine than a diamond arcade,

Even my shadow’s like “Can I get a pic?”

Yeah, but hurry—my awesomeness books up quick.

Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, the applause is too loud,

My spotlight’s blinding, I’m just wowing the crowd,

Your words got lost in my victory jam,

Oops—my bad… I was busy being awesome, ma’am.

Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, my theme song’s too strong,

Been killing this game all day long,

Your opinion’s sweet, but I’ll never cram…

‘Cause I’m too busy… being awesome, ma’am!

"…Wait, you were talking again?

Yeah… still didn’t catch it.

But hey—don’t feel bad.

It’s not you…

…it’s just that I’m AMAZING."