My music would be much better

If it weren't for this one thing

The mp3s on my website

Are sure to make your scream

I've got so much music

Make new songs every day

But it's gonna make you all sick

But I'm gonna say it's great

I cannot sing

I cannot sing

Advertise my songs

As if they're so awesome

It's music to me

I'll make CDs to sell to friends

Although my music's so ruined

I think I will make it

You'll like it but fake it

'Cause I cannot sing

I'm compared to wild coyotes

As far as my singing goes

I run around and show these

I suck and it really shows

But everyone lies about it

They say that I'm really great

My folks say that I'm a good singer

Though I get booed off the stage

I cannot sing

I cannot sing

I'll sell some CDs

Full of mp3s

Of stuff that's by me

My friends say my stuff's real good

Do American Idol, I should

They say that I'll make it

But they actually FAKE it

'Cause I cannot sing

I cannot sing

I cannot sing

I sound like a dog's cry

Hear my stuff and you'll die

But I just don't see (I just don't see-ee-ee-ee)

That I'm horribly off key

Everybody knows that but me

Give me a microphone

I'll blow out your eardrums

'Cause I cannot sing

I sound like a fluke, I'm so out of tune

I can't hit the notes and I always choke

I'm off of the pitch, my songs sound like junk

I sing in the key of Z (yeah)

Can't sing in one key, forget harmony

A solo vocal is all that I'll howl

At karaoke, they throw stuff at me

Like rotten tomatoes!

I cannot sing! (I cannot sing)

I cannot sing (I cannot sing)

I go round and show it

'Cause I do not know it naturally (naturally-y-y-y)

I use sound recorder and

MIDI files are my band

I try but I'm failing

It sounds like I'm wailing

'Cause I cannot sing

I put my songs up here

But I'm out of luck here

I cannot sing

All of my singing is more like cats screaming

When I sing, then they throw toasters at me

Listen to me go, I have an ego

I cannot sing!