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Oh I wish I could sing like you beggars


Entertaining the public at large


Sadly my own offerings  sound 


Like a foghorn from an old Humber barge.


I'm my mind I'm  Sinatra, Dean Martin


A Williams, a Twitty,  a George Jones


But when I start my efforts at warbling


My voice has a mind of its own.


  I still carry on unaware


Occasionally in tune and in key


Largely being tone deaf has been


 Little obstacle in singing to me. 


I should learn by the presence


Of pained looks on many a face,


The way some folk seem to find


They need to be in some other place.


I sit and admire your music


The way you play guitar as well 


And I smile and I clap with the others


But inside I'm jealous as hell.


Oh I wish I could sing like you beggars


 Entertaining the public at large


Sadly my own offerings  sound 


Like a foghorn from an old Humber barge.


 

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