Imagine there's no booking,
It’s easy if you try,
No sense of direction,
Just botches in the sky.
Imagine all the wrestlers,
Failing every move... Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Imagine all the stables,
They’ve been stale for years.
Rehashing tired gimmicks,
While fans drink piss beers.
Imagine all the viewers,
Booing ‘til they’re blue... Woo-hoo-hoo.

You may say they’re groundbreaking,
But the truth is kind of clear.
Stardom and Marigold are rotten,
Yet paedophiles still cheer.

Imagine Dave Melzer,
Telling all his lies.
“Best match of the century!”
While wrestlers miss their dives.
Imagine his five-star ratings,
On a match with no clue... Oh-hoo-hoo.

No storytelling or progress,
Just nonsense in the ring.
Sawdusting by accident,
It’s a very special thing.

You may say we’re all bitter,
But this is hard to defend.
The fans scream in toxic forums,
And the cringe just doesn’t end.

Imagine Stardom fading,
And Marigold’s last show.
A memory of regret,
That nobody wants to know.