Noise and clamor,
assault my startled ears.
Fans scream, this type thing they adore,
but I’d really rather not be here!

To be in that throng, wouldn’t it annoy?
They flow in waves quite tidal.
Cameras are waved in the air like toys,
to capture pictures of their idols.

Those memos will be thrown away,
when a newer band comes their way.
To a different beat they’ll dance and sway;
“I’ll not be doing that!” I say

When there’s another concert,
you can find me at my home,