Intro

He walks in with a clipboard in his hand

The whole damn studio starts to understand

Verse 1

Monday night, the lights are buzzing low

Volodya's got the schedule in a death grip hold

He counts the heads and checks the speakers twice

No one moves a muscle till he says it's nice

He knows each dancer's weakness, knows their strength

He'll push you to the edge and then extend

The man behind the curtain, out of sight

But he's the reason we all shine so bright

Pre-Chorus

They don't see the hours, don't see the sweat

They just see the magic when the stage is set