Encore

Verse 1

Six o’clock, soundcheck, somebody’s missing,

Our opening act is in the kitchen auditioning.

The label sent a memo saying, “Keep it clean”—

Now there’s a disco ball in the limousine.

Red carpet, ripped jeans, borrowed designer,

The host just called our drummer the headliner.

He took the mic and thanked his childhood dentist;

We haven’t played a note, but we’re already trending.

Pre-Chorus

Backstage Hennessy, gold on ice,

Somebody says, “Remember last time?”

We all go quiet, then the door swings wide—

Oh, hell. The consequences have arrived.

Chorus

It looked good on a napkin!

Sounded great at half past three!

Now a man with a live white peacock

Says he’s here because of me!

Hennessy and forgotten bad ideas,

Coming back with a backstage pass.

Turn it up, let the whole place happen—

Everybody sing, “It looked good on a napkin!”

Verse 2

There’s a brass band waiting by the elevator,

Someone hired a celebrity impersonator.

He looks like me, but he’s twice my age,

And he’s asking why he hasn’t been paid.

The producer says, “We need a little mystery.”

I say, “Perfect—can you explain this receipt?”

Three hundred bucks for a velvet throne,

And overnight shipping on a saxophone.

Pre-Chorus

My agent’s laughing, the camera’s live,

The peacock’s giving me the side-eye.

Thirty seconds till we hit the stage—

Tell the brass band they’re getting a raise!

Chorus

It looked good on a napkin!

Sounded great at half past three!

Now a man with a live white peacock

Says he’s here because of me!

Hennessy and forgotten bad ideas,

Coming back with a backstage pass.

Turn it up, let the whole place happen—

Everybody sing, “It looked good on a napkin!”

Bridge — loose, swaggering groove

Tomorrow we’ll sort through the footage,

Find out who ordered the throne.

Tonight the stage crew’s taking a bow,

And the crowd won’t let us go.

My name’s misspelled on the marquee,

My mother’s calling it “a phase”—

But the kid who sang into a hairbrush

Would lose their mind seeing this place.

Breakdown — shouted

WHERE’S THE SET LIST?

UNDER THE BIRD!

WHAT’S THE NEXT SONG?

NOBODY’S HEARD!

COUNT IT OFF!

MAKE IT LOUD!

THE IMPERSONATOR’S

CROWD-SURFING NOW!

Final Chorus

It looked good on a napkin!

Now it’s better on a stage!

Got a brass band blowing the roof off,

And a peacock stealing my fame!

Hennessy and forgotten bad ideas,

We’ll be hearing about this for years.

Turn it up, let the whole place happen—

We finally did something right on a napkin!

Outro

Great night.

One question.

Who booked the sequel?

…Check the napkin.