I Can't Sing

Chenice: I’d like to find the right words Hidden inside a song I’d like serenade you But it would come out wrong Maybe you won’t believe me But singing's not my style Because I'm so afraid you Might just laugh and run a mile I can’t sing, I can’t sing Open my throat and windows start crack I thought a quaver was a cheese based snack I can’t sing, I can’t sing There’s a millions songs I have mangled Every note in my throat just gets tangled Sounding more like a cat being strangled, by its own ball of string; I can’t sing, I can’t sing I can’t sing, I can’t sing I can just heard the crowd call out for less Flat as a pancake in a trouser press I can’t sing, I can’t sing Don’t know how my poor granddaddy stuck it I can’t carry a tune in a bucket Anybody ‘ll tell you I suck, it’s the god damndest thing I can’t sing, I can’t sing It’s a tough handicap I can’t sing I can’t even rap (break it down y’all) I can’t dance, it’s too bad I move worse than a white boys dad I can’t tweet, I can’t blog I look rough as a rover’s dog I can’t do anything, worst of all I just can’t sing! Max: I need to break it too you Unaware as you are You have the voice of angels You’re born to be a star You are the kind of girl that, but anyone would love Such style, grace and beauty These are gifts from up above You can sing, you can sing Chenice: Had no idea I didn’t think I could I thought I made Geri Halliwell sound good Max: You can sing, you can sing Chenice: If you say so, maybe I can hack it If it’s not such a god awful racket Max: Don’t forget that you could win a packet I can just hear, ‘cha ching’ Chenice: It’s my granddaddy’s dream I’m fulfilling Love is strong, even death cannot kill it And ill rise out of this, should god will it I got something to bring I can't sing, I can't sing I can't Sing