w/ Apologies to Lerner and Lowe for 'borrowing' from the musical, "Camelot", the story of King Arthur . . .

And here's our Prince! Clickable, of Course!!!

Aiken: I know what my Angels are thinking tonight, As all through the websites they wander. Ev'ryone smiling in secret delight, They stare at their screens and they ponder. Whenever the wind blows this way, You can almost hear ev'ryone say:

I wonder what Clay Aiken is doing tonight? What fun is Our BoyFriend pursuing tonight? Computers in ClayNation, they never burned as bright. I wonder what Clay Aiken is up to tonight? How goes the evening As he sees his hotel suite Is lavishly, richly, prepared? Well, I'll tell you what Aiken is doing tonight: He Plans! He Plots! He Dares!

You mean He who fought Scowelling Dragon, Near chopped him in two, fixed his wagon, Paces his boudoir plotting Success? Yes!

A Champion who's so calm in battle Even his armor won’t rattle Thinks of his Fandom late into the Night?! Right!

You mean that appalling clamoring Like a blacksmith hammering Is merely the banging of his knobby knees? Please!

You wonder what the Star is wishing tonight? He's wishing he were in Scotland County Singing tonight! What occupies his time while waiting for Tour? He's searching high and low for some Grand Surprise. And oh, the expectation, The sublime anticipation He must feel about the Soft Rock and a Hard Place Tour. Well, I'll tell you what the Aiken is feeling tonight: He's Excited! He shakes! (those hips!) He Wails! He quakes! Oh, yes, he HUNGERS for the Thudding He’ll Witness - Night after Night!