I've been goin' back and forth on this offer
Not sure, should I scream "Never!" or just wave my hand goodbye?
Singin', actin', that's my skills, no wonder
That you came up with this offer, I know that I should be nice
But because we're mates, you should know the facts
Where my talents lay and where my skills lack
So your ass should know how my vocals go
And where they can't reach

Therefore I'm askin' why to sing these, you'd call me
Because you know that part is low
When I sing there, I fail, know you've seen that real bad scene
So I'll say "No", it's a joke for me to take it, that part's too low

You know that I'm not that good at divin' for the notes, can never find 'em
Even though I've really tried
So don't go and roll around your eyes then start the real heavy sighin'
To pull the "just try harder" tripe
I'm not Barry White, not a baritone
Don't know what range I am but what I know
Is that I don't like bein' told to blow
Out my voice box, geez

Hence why I'm askin' why to sing these, you'd call me
I know you know this part is low
I'll repeat it until you prove to me that you know me
Give me the notes that I can sing fine, ones that aren't too high
But I might reach those heights, I could see that for me
But these ones? No, that part is low
Wrote them for me? You failed easily, markin' that D
You should've known that part's too low