

Prompt / Lyrics
Oh, darling, I'm just here to speak to the manager. He'll know what to do about this… disaster. (Piano enters, slow and melodic) (Verse 1) The eggs are runny, the coffee's cold A tale of woe that's getting old But not for her, no, not for me The queen of this sad cafe society She taps her finger, her voice a low hum "Is this the best that you can become?" The server wilts, a look of despair Another victim caught in her glare (Chorus) 'Cause she's a fishwife, a legend in her own mind Complaining about the price of gas, the line behind Her face a scowl, a permanent frown The most entitled woman in this whole town She'll make a scene, she'll cause a fuss All for a discount, just for us Just for her, the one and only Karen The queen of all entitled barren... (pause) Conversations (Verse 2) The grocery aisle, a war zone of carts She's blocking traffic, tearing lives apart "That coupon's expired? Oh, don't you dare! I'll have you know I'm a frequent shopper here!" She throws her keys on the checkout stand Demanding service from this tired land The manager's here, he's got that look He's memorized her complaints from a book (Chorus) 'Cause she's a fishwife, a legend in her own mind Complaining about the price of gas, the line behind Her face a scowl, a permanent frown The most entitled woman in this whole town She'll make a scene, she'll cause a fuss All for a discount, just for us Just for her, the one and only Karen The queen of all entitled barren... Conversations --- (Hard rock bridge kicks in, guitar solo wailing) (Bridge) The volume's up, the rage is real This isn't a suggestion, it's a demand, a feel! "I'm a customer, I'm always right!" Her face is red, a burning light She's shaking her fist, she's stamping her foot She'll get what she wants, or she'll press 'reboot' She'll call the cops, she'll call the press She's a one-woman show, a walking mess! THE CUSTOMER IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT SHE'S A NIGHTMARE, A TERRIBLE FRIGHT THE PRICE IS THE PRICE, THE RULE IS THE RULE SHE'S THE ENTITLED BANE OF THE UNIVERSE, A FOOL! (Guitar solo shreds to a crescendo, then cuts out abruptly) (Piano returns, soft and simple) (Outro) She sips her coffee, now finally warm A tiny victory in this daily storm She smiles to herself, a job well done Until the next time, when the next one's begun.
Tags
A capella intro, Piano verses, hard rock bridge, distorted electric guitar riffs, genre-bending, multi-section Structure
4:00
No
8/5/2025