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!