By Rapper Duff Daddy

Yo, yo all listen up to the Rapper Duff man,
See this dude he’s become a big Gaga fan,
To meet the Lady he thinks up a travel plan,
He gotta be sure she’s real - not a fake tran!

Plastic fantastic - who is this rock royalty?
Who’s behind the mask earning our loyalty?
Big hair, no care – her shock comes with ease,
She sings ‘I want your ugly, I want your disease’.

To find the truth he takes the bird OS to US,
Lands in LA – oh, his search could be useless,
Walks down the avenue where the big stars are,
Finds a print signed by none other than Gaga.

Yo, she’s gotta be close, he thinks, not far away,
Look for crowds, the papa - keeping them at bay,
Excited, the Duff thinks he can get a snap of her,
Become her dude-in-waiting, even her rapper!

So he asks an Elvis lookalike ‘is this Gaga land?’
The dude says ‘over there’ and holds out a hand,
It appears the Duff’s journey will reap its rewards,
He’ll find her in a place called ‘Madame Tussauds’.

Now the stars inside appear to be just a little funny,
But fans are attracted to them like flies to a dunny,
And in front is the Lady wearing her best poker face,
She appears to be shocked, stunned, or a little spaced.

The Duff shouts ‘I’m a rapper from way Down Under’, 
But Gaga stands unmoved like a tree circled by thunder,
And as he turns forlorn to walk out of the star show,
He spies one that looks better, called ‘Marilyn Monroe’.

© Neil Dufty