Jeremy walks in neat
Crisp shirt, perfect crease
Hair done up just right
Like a showroom piece
Shoes too clean for rain
Smile stuck in place
You could set your watch
By the shape of his face
He tips that chin
Like he’s built to pose
All polished grin
And a tailored nose
Jeremy, Jeremy
Looks like Ken to me
Jeremy, Jeremy
All plastic, all breeze
Jeremy, Jeremy
Too smooth to be real
Jeremy, Jeremy
But you know the deal
Maybe he’s a joke
Maybe he’s a charm
Maybe he’s the kind
That keeps the peace from harm
Still when he arrives
With that perfect sheen
I can’t help but laugh
At the scene I’ve seen
Crowd-chant moment:
“Is that a showroom light or his aura glow?”
He leans on the bar
Like he owns the room
Talks in shiny lines
Then he blooms too soon
Every head turns back
When he gives that stare
Not a scratch on him
Not a worry there
He’s pressed and prim
From heel to crown
He never folds
He never comes down
Jeremy, Jeremy
Looks like Ken to me
Jeremy, Jeremy
All plastic, all breeze
Jeremy, Jeremy
Too smooth to be real
Jeremy, Jeremy
But you know the deal
Maybe he’s a joker
Maybe he’s a charmer
Maybe he’s the kind
That keeps the peace
Still when he arrives
With that perfect sheen
I can’t help but laugh
Until my voice runs out
I pace the room a beat behind
Watching every glossy grin
If real life ever bites
He’s the placebo for the spin
I’ll give him this one thing
He’s got the vibe on lock
But I’ll keep my comments
He’s polished through and through
From strand to seam
But under all that gloss
What’s the real dream?
Jeremy, Jeremy
Looks like he’s here to stay