Oh, woe to all the “Idol” fans
Who cheered for poor Brooke White
She’s voted off.
She’s gone for good.
It just was not her night.
It really was a sad departure;
Tears did freely flow.
But when all was said and done,
It was time for her to go.
You can forget your words on one occasion,
Maybe even twice,
But when you do it three times running
You’re gone,— although you’re “nice.”
So good luck, Brooke.
Your hair did shine,
Your smile was great as well.
But lousing up those lyrics, Girl,
It made them sound like hell.