Twenty years of the blonde wig and the glitter.
Twenty years for a podcaster to leave a taste this bitter.
Call her Call Her Daddy but don't call her to the party,
Alex diving deep like she’s hunting for the body.
Keep the mic away, you’re sniffing out the trauma,
This is a celebration, not a scripted melodrama.
You’re digging for the dirt in a field of plastic roses,
While Miley’s catching vibes and striking twenty-year-old poses.
Best of both worlds?
Nah, just two different planets.
Alex wants the tea, but Miley’s gonna banish it.
Creepy in the corner, staring through the lens,
With friends like these, who needs 'Call Her Daddy' trends?
Don’t touch the legacy.
Don’t poke the pop star.
Your questions are a car crash,
And we’re looking for the black box.
Yeah, keep the headset on.
Maybe stay in the studio next time.
It’s a celebration, not an interrogation.
Bye, Daddy.
