Just give me your attention, for I want to try my voice
Tho' it's been tried and found guilty years ago
I'm very fond of singing, I am full of song
So I'm a singer, with the accent on the 'so'
I'm tired of singing comic songs, if you'll permit
I will try one of my sentimental lays
I've had my voice sand-papered just to smooth it down a bit
And I've lived on our canary's seed for days.

Chorus: Let me sing, for I'm bursting to give you a song
Let me sing, and forgive me if I should go wrong
Let me sing, and you'll make me as proud as a King
Do whatever you like with me after, but let me sing.

The fireman's interested, so I'll try another verse
Though of course I run the risk of being shot
I've often wondered whether I'm a tenor, bass, or what
But I've got a slight idea that I'm a what
The pianist says he wouldn't like to tell me what I am
I was going to buy him something, now I won't
I don't care what you think of me, I don't care what you say
I don't care what you do, or what you don't.


If you will try and bear with me and keep the gang ways clear
I will do my best to sing verse number three
It's worse than number two, but it will give you some idea
What the missis has to put up with in me
To sing a sentimental song one really wants a boy
In the audience to sing the Chorus: through
Perhaps some little boy in front will stand up and oblige
Come along, now, any little boy will do.

Performed by Wilkie Bard (1874-1944)
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