Yeah, you're tryna hit a note but you're not soundin' much better
Than you did last Tuesday, dude
Your bad singin' leaves me cryin', I would say that it's a crime
Disservice to real bad du-udes

Yeah, still tryna hit that note, wish that my ears could be severed
No longer would I hear you
I'd appreciate your tryin' if after these months of time
You'd sound better than a moo-oose
Yeah, won't make it as a singer if you sti-ill sound this way
Your inflections are so cru-ude
I-I dou-oubt that you'd be high chartin', the DJ's would get annoyed
Flooded with calls to dump you-ou
Mate, you've botched "Piano Man" and then butchered Usher's "More"
You're not makin' me like you-ou
Yeah-eah, do-on't say i-it's "your style", it's just as bad as your odour
I wish that you'd become mu-ute

Yeah, don't think you'll hit that note, 'twill be a fruitless endeavour
I'd give up if I were you
Please, I'm sure if you keep tryin' it, somethin' will go awry
Sure it can't be worth such doo-oom

Yeah, you overshot that note so much I ducked from the terror
Of my lightbulbs goin' boom
Geez, thought TV shows were lyin', wouldn't happen in my life
But I'm not shocked to blame you-ou
Yeah, I'm glad I left my laptop at home, i-it would be lame
If it got broken by you-ou
So-o plea-ease, once I'm all done countin' how much glass has been destroyed
I'll give the bill right to you-ou
Mate, don't whine 'bout my demands when just then you plain ignored
My pleas for you to stop, du-ude
Yeah-eah, you-our best sou-ound is silence, hope your singin' is over
I didn't say encore, dou-ouche