Anheuser-Busch Mr. King of The Karaoke Mic Lyrics

Today we salute you, Mr. King of the Karaoke Mic.
(Mr. King of the Karaoke Mic)
Armed with your mic, you brazenly take to the stage, refusing to leave until every last person has been lulled into a peaceful slumber.
(Wake me when it's over)
Country, Rock, R&B ... from your lips, it all sounds the same-like a sick cat trapped under a parked car.
(That's a flat kitty)
Sure, nobody's clapping, but that doesn't mean you can't give them 6 more encores.
(They're clapping on the inside)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, O' Hero of the High Note. You sing to the beat of a different drum, because the one in your ear is clearly broken.
(Mr. King of the Karaoke Mic)