Turn the mike up
And the song begins
Shall I sing of love,
Or my good friend,
Or 'bout being happy?
We'll see, we'll see
It depends on how I feel this week

So I sing out
To cafe crowd
I'm just one skinny guitar strummer well-endowed
Singing stories
Stories
Let it move ya
That's what I do
That's what I do

Got such charms
Solemnity
And boyish face
Plus my big rhyming dictionary
No cares or strife
Vegan living
Singing stories
Let it move ya
That's what I do
That's what I do

This song will show
How life is gold
It's a maze, keeps rolling on so painfully slow
Which way will this tune go?
It grows and grows
You see it all just goes nowhere
Next verse I almost forgot

I sing out proud
Venue crowd
This is just another guitar stummer singing loud
Singing stories
Indulge me with this boring, boring, boring song for you
That's what I do
That's what I do

The bridge of the song, extending
Needs a bit more comprehending
It's all me
More of the themes that I screen
I sing of love
And the skies above
It's beyond...typical song length, it's too late

Still I sing out
To easy crowds
I sing to 10 thousand paying suckers gathered round
I sing my boring, boring, boring song to you
Just for you
That's what I do
That's what I do

I'll sell my CDs to you
And you'll download bootlegs, too
Though it's blather
I get Grammys, too!
They say,
When I scat it's smooth as ice
It sounds real nice
Shaaa be-bop
Sham-on, scoo-dooby-doo die

I sing out
To this crowd
To all those 10 million record buyers in hip towns
And I'm so proud
I sing hoary stories, stories, stories
All for you, all for you
All for you, HA!
(I'm just an ordinary boy, extraordinarily boring)
Just for you
That's what I do