Queer Eye for the Exit Sign

Five stars on the screen but the math ain’t adding up,

Karamo’s got a full plate and a leaking coffee cup.

French is tucking shirts while the culture king is ghosting,

Left the press junket dry like some overdone roasting.

He saw the schedule and said "Honey, absolutely not,"

Vanished like a hairline in a spicy before-shot.

Bail, bail, Karamo’s on the run,

No more sit-downs, he’s finished and he’s done!

Five in the trailer but only four on the floor,

He took the Fab vibe straight out the revolving door!

Is it friction?

Is it beef?

Is it just a little nap?

He left the PR team falling right into the trap.

Check the optics, check the vibe, check the luxury attire,

He’s a culture expert setting all the schedules on fire.

I guess some things just can't be fixed with a bomber jacket.

Call my agent.

I'm at the spa.

Actually, don't call me at all.