The Lyrics
Uh-huh uh-huh (No, you sound ‘great’…!)
Uh-huh uh-huh (Just one more time…)
Uh-huh uh-huh (Take three… Action!)
Uh-huh uh-huh
They can’t hold a note
All these girls, and it aint floating my boat
Make a noise like a sick goat
How can I make some bling? That isn’t singin’!
But that aint no excuse for a record producer, I know that
So their cords need tweakin’, and that’s what I’m seekin,’ some tool that’ll do the trick
Sure, it makes them sound a little robotic
At least they isn’t flat
I play the game
I would sell you my soul for fame
Tried out for talent shows
But all I got was no’s
They say my singing blows
That’s how it always goes
Well I beg to disagree
It sounds just fine to me
But I…
Found out I’ve got no sense of timing
So I even suck at miming
Oh the difference that it makes
With computers correcting all my mistakes
Scared that I’d be just a ringer
But now I sound like a singer
Wish I had found out about this sooner
Baby I’m rockin’ this autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lovin’ this autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Me and my autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usin’ my autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah…
Wow it’s just… like magical fairy dust
When singers have concrete ears, it’s saved their whole careers
Set the backing track to Play
And then go on holiday
‘Cause they don’t need me, they got a kick-ass PC
That’s why….
All of my songs are million sellers
And I don’t do acapellas
I sound like a robot’s mum
With a touch of a chipmunk on helium
Can’t believe everyone listens
And my fans can’t tell the difference
They all think I am a proper crooner
When the truth is I’m an autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Done on my autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thanking you autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lovin’ my autotuner…. uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah…
And the music honchos say
All good singers sing that way
So leave us be
(Just sit back and watch us strut our stuff)
Not really a cheat so don’t fuss
If those notes aren’t really us
Because…
If you keep asking for perfection
We’ll just use bum note detection
‘Cause it turns an av’rage joe
Into one who can kick the ass of SuBo
It’s a ruse the world can see through
‘Cause we sing like R2-D2
Fakin’ our talent is nothing new, nah -
That’s what we do with our autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Help from our autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Singing with autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Blessin’ our autotuner… uner, uner, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
I’m singing, singing
Well, some call it singing, singing
It’s an assisted noise
Transformer voice
But singing, singing
I’d still call it singing, singing…