Plug your ears up when I start to keen.
It will sound like an unearthly scream.
It hurts plenty when I start to sing.
Listen and eardrums break--
My keen timbre's mean

I sing--you won't dance or say "L'chaim,"
"Salut," "prost," or even "auld lang syne."
You'll give me coins and bills not to sing.
You'll tell me: "Go away!
Your keen timbre screams!"

(Eardrum break)

I collect the dimes and walk away,
Get on a plane and head for L.A.
To audition for Simon, queen
Bitch who'll judge me today.
Like him, my timbre's mean.