Mr. Smooth

In every city whether it be large or small
 His tired playlist drones
 But some of us remember how much choice there was
 Before he took the throne
 He's Mr. Smooth - His Hipness, the Great
 For Mr. Smooth's verdict we must wait
 So Mr. Smooth, when out turn comes round
 Dear Mr. Smooth, we only hope it won't be "thumbs down"
 His power and reputation he earned cleverly:
 Play fifteen-second tracks
 Then just tape the electrodes to the average Joe
 To see how he reacts
 The rest of us mere mortals on the treadmill trace
 Out work-a-day gulag
 And strive for the tome until the day he falls from grace
 And rivals fold the flag of Mr. Smooth
 WE bow to Mr. Smooth
 Kowtow to Mr. Smooth
 We're stuck with Mr. Smooth
 Don't ____ with Mr. Smooth!