He studies Burkhardt, he's into yoga lattes, he and his agent go network at parties, they

walk the walk, they talk the talk, they're friends in the West End and Broadway, New

York.

He becomes Hamlet, he fills the space, every nuance, his body, his voice, his face, charging

the room with emotional connection, to be or not to be, that is the question.

Mommy, mommy, isn't it a guy from the Bill commercial?

Look, it's a guy from the Bill commercial.

Look, it's a guy from the Bill commercial.

Look, it's a guy from the Bill commercial.

Fade to black, the crowd applauds, he wipes his brow, the curtain falls, the cast and

crew head off to the bar, his inner critic speaks to him on the way to his car, a lonely

streetlight, a silent scream, to sleep, a chance to dream, from the shadows, the beggar

man with tattered clothes and a heavy tan, his hands are dirty, his hands are pads, he

takes our foot from our paths, mad, he said, his hands are dirty, his hands are pads, he

take's our foot from our paths, mad he said -

Eh Brew, aren't it a guy from the Beer commercial?

Look, it's a guy from the Beer commercial.

Look, it's a guy from the Beer commercial.

Look, it's a guy from the Beer commercial.

It's a guy from the pit, but you're supposed to speak to the broken hearted.

The story of a struggling artist.

Though he gets by on the skin of his bed.

Holds every line in each of the ends.

And it's the spotlight from Olympus City in Mars.

If you're a little boy, he's lovin' it out.

And it's the spotlight from Olympus City in Mars.

If you're a little boy, he's lovin' it out.

Mmm, it's the guy from that beer commercial.

Love, it's the guy from the beer commercial.

Marshal. Marshal. Marshal.