He’s not Harry Styles, and he’s not Harry Potter,

But he sure made baseball sound a lot hotter.

Look for the man with big glasses and flair 

When you find him, shout ‘Holy Cow!’ if you dare!

I’m round and tall, I rise with might,

Over the rooftops in the night.

I don’t serve drinks, but I still shower

Find your clue beneath the…?

A flicker of flame, a rock star’s plight,

What cursed white object lit their last night?” 

I speak without a tongue,

My voice is made of metal and song.

My words appear but I cannot write,

unless a ghost gives me the might.”

He may be a Prince, but I’m the King 

My hips still shake, my songs still swing.

I’ve left the building, or so they say,

But find my crown, I'm here to stay.”

Blonde ambition, ghostly glow,

Diamonds fade but secrets show.

Look where beauty hides in sorrow’s hue 

That’s where I’m still shining through.