Red Carpet

Red carpet

And gold framed

You're the speed limit

That's the name of the game

You're white labeled

You should wear a flag

You deserve a medal

You should wear wings

When music is regal

You are ballad proud

Another karaoke diamond

The king of the crowd

A travelling salesman

Routine and profane

A chieftain in war paint

You're allowed to act strange

You're a real friend

Without any guile

You deserve a red carpet

To go with your style

Now you're bucking the trend

And your standards are high

This is your red carpet

Hope you can ride it for miles

You're a photo shoot

You're a hayride

You're a dune buggy

A jukebox next to the fire

You're what every weekend needs

When you play your guitar

You're poetry in motion

At the union bar

You're a real friend

Without any guile

You deserve a red carpet

That matches your style

Now you're bucking the trend

And your standards are high

This is your red carpet

Hope you can ride it for miles

Easy come, easy go

You're a campfire

You reinvent the wheel

When you're changing a tyre

A toast to you

An ally in a feud

You're a bass drum

A kick drum

This red carpet's for you

Bagpipes and motels

A hot rod and holy rain

A teacher, a teacher

Hanging from the chandelier

You're a genuine friend

Lacking in guile

You deserve a red carpet

That matches your style

Now you're bucking the trend

And your standards are high

This is your red carpet