-> "RT/10"
Original Song Title:
"FRG/10"
Parody Song Title:
"RT/10"
The Lyrics
Rap Chorus:
From the high notes to the low notes
High to low I sing
My singing is so rotten
But that doesn't mean a thing
The crowd starts to bo me
But I don't care
A nice singing voice
Is not a gift that I bear
Verse 1:
The house lighting is so dark
I can hardly see
All the audience members
Who look so displeased
And as the crowd starts
Trying to quietly leave
I can't see the sight
Of them abandoning me
They duck away into the darkness
They've had enough
And they already tried
To plug their ears shut
So tight
But the concert has yet to end
And when one song stops
Another starts again
(Rap Chorus)
Vocal Chorus:
Up here on stage you'll find me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Singing and stuff-uff-uff-uff-uff-uff-uff-uff-uff-uff-uff
The crowd is starting to leave-eave-eave-eave-eave-eave-eave
Because they've had quite enough
Verse 2:
They can't bear the sound
Dizzy from the highs and lows
And nauseated by the polluted songs
At all my shows
And I watch the wheels of cars as they leave
They hate me
At my concert
Is the last place they wanna be
And now I know
That they want me to die
They harass me so much
That I almost start to cry
All that's left is shadowy figures
Each sitting on a box
Liking the way I rock
And thinking on the charts I should be on top
Now
But all the haters are driving me insane
They all act
Like this is some kind of a game
And it looks like they'll never change
They're all the same
And don't understand
That I've got a little fame
All the songs I do
Are for my few fans
And no haters
Are going to ruin my plans
Someday I'm hoping the hating's going to end
So I can feel secure making these parodies again
Rap Chorus (Variation):
From the high notes to the low notes
High to low I sing
My singing is so rotten
But that doesn't mean a thing
The crowd starts to bo me
But I don't care
A nice singing voice
Verse 3:
I'm here at this stage singing
Their ears are ringing
And this concert is not even close to ending
What's happening?
Even those who've turned to napping
Are soon awakened
By my voice that's cracking
Singing that scars souls
Like walking on coals
They are my foes
Their hearts be darker than charcol
For real
The audiences annoyance depends
Not on my singing voice
But the sense of humor within
But no one will come to my aid
These songs I've made
I don't even get paid
You can hardly call this a stage
They'll call a raid
Because some people are afraid
That my tone-deafness will spread
Like a permenate plauge
My singing's rotten
(Vocal Chorus)
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