© Dot Schwenke

I’m just propping up the winners so you may not know my name.
for without the Bloody losers there’s no winners in the game.
Yes, I’m starting at the bottom, that’s where most performers start.
Can’t you see my knees are shaking?Oh, but you should feel my heart!

My brain is filled with cotton wool and my throat is feeling dry.
While the audience is dozing through,for you they laugh and cry!
The winner’s walking round outside, rehearsing every line.
Now my brain is working overtime,if it stays with me I’m fine.

I’m up here backing Murphy’s law, all that can, will sure go wrong.
I ‘d not do this for a fortune, yet I do it for a song.
Do you think the Judges noticed, that I tripped onto the stage?
Or the paper glued inside my palm?It’s less than half a page!

You’d think that they’d appreciate, now I’m not the brightest star.
I’m just propping up the winner, though I’m not a real Galah!
Yes, I’m propping up the winner and they owe a lot to me.
If it wasn’t for us also rans, no winners there could be.

If losers didn’t drop the mike, or stammer on that line
Or if I wrote a better verse, that trophy might be mine.
If I could reproduce the show that my dog sees me do
the audience would all sit up and you would listen too.

Till then, I’ll prop a winner upbut you can all take note.
I won’t stay on the bottom rung. I won’t remain the goat.
So, smile and take the trophy,you’re good as we all know.
But sneak a peek behind you, we are all climbing here below.