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Wake up every morning and I just can’t see
Why everybody in the world is rich and famous but me?
I mean, I’m young and I’m hot, and I want to make money,
But when it comes to talents, I just don’t have any...

I’m talking, can’t sing a goddamn note-note,
Can’t design or so-so,
Can’t even get on reality show-show —
All I can do is talk to a lame beat...
Wait a minute — this sounds kind of sweet,
I think I made a new genre of music!

Sing talk, gonna rock
Can’t believe I pulled this off
So tight, hip hop light
It’s like rapping, but not quite
Sing talk, I’m on top
Fifteen minutes on my clock
Ooh ooh ah ohh, ohh ohh ah ohh

I tried to learn clarinet but I didn’t get far,
I tried ballet but I couldn’t even stand at the bar,
Took a baking class and can’t legally say what went down,
But if there was money in arson I would be rich by now...

Instead i open up my MacBook Pro-Pro,
Talk into the microphone-phone
And run it through some autotone-tone...
What-what comes out isn’t really music,
But I still have a number one hit —
Doesn’t that just make you sick,
Doesn’t that make you...

Sing talk, at the top
Of the charts — who'da thought?
L.A. is so nice,
I’m like Lady Gaga, right
Sing talk, Friday rock
God I hope this never stops
Ooh ooh ah ohh, ohh ohh ah ohh

Now this is what I sound like raw —
All filters off, it’s the real me,
You've had enough, it sounds real rough,
I should give up...
Oh wait, I just remember I can’t do anything else!

Sing talk, watch me rock
A musician — no, I’m not
But my life is so tight
Good thing I bailed out of grad school, right?
Sing talk, whiney pop
Sound like a bitchy gay robot, oh
Ooh ooh ah ohh, ohh ohh ah ohh

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