Mr. Smooth

In every city whether it be large or small His tired playlist drones But some of us remember how much choice there was Before he took the throne He's Mr. Smooth - His Hipness, the Great For Mr. Smooth's verdict we must wait So Mr. Smooth, when out turn comes round Dear Mr. Smooth, we only hope it won't be "thumbs down" His power and reputation he earned cleverly: Play fifteen-second tracks Then just tape the electrodes to the average Joe To see how he reacts The rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace Out work-a-day gulag And strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace And rivals fold the flag of Mr. Smooth WE bow to Mr. Smooth Kowtow to Mr. Smooth We're stuck with Mr. Smooth Don't ____ with Mr. Smooth!