Jeremy

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