I practiced so hard, hour upon hour
In my bedroom and in the shower.
My dreams were high, my voice wasn't bad
Though the way it ended seemed so sad.

As I belted out, things became bleak
Then it happened, that hideous shriek.
Fame and fortune is all I believed
Ridicule though is what I received.

Steven and Randy laughed out at me
All of my hard work they did not see.
Giggling so hard, Jen could only stare
Her Jello-butt shook that padded chair.

--I wanted to be an American Idol
but I didn't make the cut, I feel suicidal.
--I hope one day to sing a recital
then I will be your American Idol.

All my dreams were shattered on TV
Though down in the dumps, I still believe.
Singing lessons are what's needed here
Some courage and one more shot next year.
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I just want to be an American Idol.