Wonder what it's like to be a musician
Know the kind that gets paid to sing
Maybe I could be a white boy rapper
Yo the kind with them diamond rings
I'd be a disgrace and the worlds biggest blunder
I wouldn't even make it to a one-hit-wonder
Everybody's talking right behind my back
They say I can't sing at all for beans

Writing parodies to other peoples music
Does that mean they're not really mine
Inspiration comes from all basic food groups
Start from cheese then go down the line
It's always like this I can't think of nothing better
A fixed amount of words and I'm limited of letters
Stayed up all night, found out that I can't write
And can't sing at all for beans

Oh, it doesn't matter what they say to my face
They just tell me what I want to hear
They can look me in the eye
And tell me that was really fly
But in reality it made them tear
Sad they couldn't disappear

Would you like it if I wrote my own music
And good lyrics just like the pros
How about if I just stopped all this nonsense
And I shut up just like I'm told
You can't make music if you don't have any rhythm
I couldn't even sing it on a karaoke system
Waste of my time, like I told you last time
I can't sing at all for beans

Oh, what's the deal with the song I'm singing
Don't I know that it's really bad
When will I learn to stop trying to be funny
Don't I know that's it's pretty sad
Aliens food and a bag full of chee-tos
Someone needs to grab me and say "look you're a weirdo"
"Weird Al" wannabe need a lobotomy
And can't sing at all for beans

Everybody's talking right behind my back
They say I can't sing at all for beans