( * sings to her band mates:)
If you, if you could reject, replace and then regret, won't you even wait,
I'm sure my voice is not absurd, not the worst you've ever heard,
But it's getting on your nerves, it's ringing in your ears

I swore, I swore I would rehearse, though my breathing is a curse...
So why am I out of the band? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I sing off-key. You know that syncing lips won't do.
Still I don't want to get the finger, ah, ah, ah.
Do you have to change the singer?
Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to change the singer?

Oh, I thought my time was due
I thought I could write a song
But I was wrong, I was wrong.
(* turns to the audiance and sings:)
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
My voice wouldn't be so misused, and you wouldn't feel abused,
But you always really knew, I just wanna sing for you.

But I sing off-key. You know that syncing lips won't do.
Still I don't want to get the finger, ah, ah, ah.
So do you have to change the singer?
Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to change the singer?