See I really couldn't sing
I could never really sing
What I couldn't do was sing
I have trouble with my note
It goes all around my throat
It's a terrifying thing
See I really couldn't hear which note lower or was higher
Which is why I disappear if someone says let's start a choir
Hey when I begin to squeak
It's a cross between a shriek and a quiver or a moan
It's a little like a croak
Or the record player broke
What it doesn't have is tone
Oh I know you're thinking what a crazy ding-a-ling
But I really couldn't sing
I could never really sing
What I couldn't do is sing
Three blind mice
Three blind mice
It isn't intentional
She's doing her best
Jingle bells Jingle Bells
Jingle bells Jingle Bells
It really blows my mind
She gets depressed
But what I lack in pitch or sure make up for in power
And all my friends say I'm perfect for the shower
Still I'm terrific at the dance
Guys are cumming in pants
I'm a birdie on the wing
But if I begin to chirp
They say there's a little twerp going pong instead on ping
And when Christmas comes and all my friends go caroling
It is so dishearting
It is so disquieting
It is so discouraging
Darling please stop ans-wering
See I really couldn't sing
I could never really sing
What I couldn't do was...
Do- Re-Mi- Fa-So- La- Ti -Do
La
La
La
La
Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing
SING!
Siiiiiiiiiiing!
I could never really sing
What I couldn't do was sing
I have trouble with my note
It goes all around my throat
It's a terrifying thing
See I really couldn't hear which note lower or was higher
Which is why I disappear if someone says let's start a choir
Hey when I begin to squeak
It's a cross between a shriek and a quiver or a moan
It's a little like a croak
Or the record player broke
What it doesn't have is tone
Oh I know you're thinking what a crazy ding-a-ling
But I really couldn't sing
I could never really sing
What I couldn't do is sing
Three blind mice
Three blind mice
It isn't intentional
She's doing her best
Jingle bells Jingle Bells
Jingle bells Jingle Bells
It really blows my mind
She gets depressed
But what I lack in pitch or sure make up for in power
And all my friends say I'm perfect for the shower
Still I'm terrific at the dance
Guys are cumming in pants
I'm a birdie on the wing
But if I begin to chirp
They say there's a little twerp going pong instead on ping
And when Christmas comes and all my friends go caroling
It is so dishearting
It is so disquieting
It is so discouraging
Darling please stop ans-wering
See I really couldn't sing
I could never really sing
What I couldn't do was...
Do- Re-Mi- Fa-So- La- Ti -Do
La
La
La
La
Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing
SING!
Siiiiiiiiiiing!
Other albums by the artist
They're Playing Our Song (Original London Cast)
1980 · album
Hamlisch Uncovered
2017 · album
A Chorus Line (Backing Tracks)
2013 · album
The Sting
1974 · album
The Swimmer
1968 · album
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