Lyrics:

There'll be no show tonight No the music won't sound right The audience is being polite And I can't act tonight Don't make me And I can't act tonight I guess I missed my cue, yeah When he said we were through He walked off stage With some ingenue And all I can act is blue I really mean it And no stand-in will do Take back your Oscar Your horseshoe made of flowers You'll find me down At the local pool hall Tying up the phone for hours Who could have guessed how He'd rewrite the script For me, yeah I might be Sarah Heartburn But I can't cover up this jealousy And I can't cover up this jealousy Let me fly again soon And give me back my toy balloon He's got me grounded In my dressing room And he's got me grounded In my dressing room