Lyrics

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!