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