I walk with my hat half-cocked

Wonder if people think I’m half-crocked

Do I wake up to the realization

That the condescension

Of those who applauded

Now think that I am lauded

Too often and too loud

By an ignorant crowd

But still I defy

And still I fly

In the face of those

Who do depose

Think that I am

Merely a wink

In the musical world

I still have steel heels

To second-guess

And pre-suppose

All of those who think

They know for sure…

Watch me fly…

By all of your

Pre-suppositions…

To land safe and sound

On FUNKY GROUND!