Frankie, Frankie
When we first met
I've never heard a voice that's so strong

You were like my mentor
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a jacket on it

But all of a sudden
When I'm singing
I missed the G note that's so low
It's like a shock that's making you frown
And now I am hurting
I missed the high note, my voice broke

And I am my biggest critic
More complaints that I will hear them from you
Don't even try to say that the song won't suit me, that's cruel
It's gonna be a miracle if you want me back
I know that I am to blame

Then [Ian] Stables would say: "Oh
What in the world were you thinking?
Singing a song that only you would really know"
I guess that's why I've got the wishful thinking
Please say nothing, I am heading the door

I won't sing Alicia Keys
Just because the girls, even boys, do it
I won't be through, I'm not naive

I could be Idol Reject
Jackie [Clarke], I over-think

I could be Idol Reject
Frankie, I cannot sing

Am I an Idol Reject
With a voice that is weak?

Am I an Idol Reject
When I sound so diseased?

[OK, I lost the first try in Auckland, so I packed my bags for the audition in 3 days time in Wellington]

Damn
On the second try, I lost it
I sang a hit song that everybody loves
But there's a D note I need to really get there
So I've some Throaties, my favourite drug

The only problem is that I am doubting me
Since I don't have crazy range like Carrie Underwood
I got the lyrics crossed up, but my voice is clean
There's no way I'll get the round 2 pass off of you

And I am my biggest critic
More complaints that I will hear them from you
Don't even recognize
[The song's] Too fast, won't catch up to it [Won't pronounce properly]
It sounds far too cynical for trust I lack
I'm still the one to blame

And then I feel like: Oh
What in the world was I thinking
Second chance, I blew it, it's the time to mourn
I guess I know my chance is quickly sinking
I should've never let my heart to be torn

Next time you will hear from me
I'll be in "Shortland Street" [NZ soap opera] as an addict
But for now, my guilty plea
(I am on my knees)

I could be Idol Reject
Jackie, I over-think (I over-think)

I could be Idol Reject
Frankie, I cannot sing

Am I an Idol Reject
With a voice that is weak? (I'm not the one you seek)

Am I an Idol Reject
When I sound so diseased?

[Frankie:]
"Now, stop, just give me that"

[Pulls up a Singstar to test me]

[Brock]
Oh, oh, oh,oh,o-oh
oh, oh, o-oh

[Frankie:]
"Oh, now try again"

[Brock]
Oh, oh, oh,oh,o-oh
oh, oh, o-oh

[Frankie:]
Now make up words for that

[Brock]
I must hit all the notes
Don't want to choke

[Frankie:]
"Oh, now try again"

[Brock]
I must hit all the notes
Don't want to choke

Paul [Ellis], you're the reason I stopped drinking
I don't want Coke to stuff my larynx anymore
I guess that's only way I'll stop the stinking
Or my voice would be sounding so hoarse

Next time I'll make you believe
I'll pick a song so slow that I can't lose it
But now I know I have to concede

I could be Idol Reject
Jackie, I over-think

I could be Idol Reject
Frankie, I cannot sing

Am I an Idol Reject
With a voice that is weak?

Am I an Idol Reject
When I sound so diseased?