(Parody of Everything is Broken by Bob Dylan)


Can't sing flats, can't sing sharps
Always playing on off key harps
Got no chops, got no voice
So I talk, ain't got no choice
If I sing I'll start to choking
All my songs are spoken

Scruffy beard, funny hat
Never found out where it was at
Think of words that never rhyme
Sing off key and out of time
My doc's upset and buddy he ain't joking
I should give up smoking

I'd give all my Grammies and my big Rolls Royce
If I could only sing as good as the Beastie Boys, Yeah

Everybody must get stoned
To listen to me without a groan
Don't think twice, it's all right
Couldn't sing it once to save my life
The record's broke, but I'm still croaking
All my songs are spoken

Cho, cho, choking at Heaven's door