|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
I'm the kind of type of fellow Who write a song in acappella Just cause I wanted to So now you know there is no music You start to say isn't he sick Isn't he a fool Hold on there is a reason To everything there is a time and season And a place under heaven So if my voice gets off key a little Don't mean I'm gonna play the fiddle Don't mean I'm gonna count to 7 Cause when you sing in acappella It's hard to keep your melody level Now do a somersault And I tell you something true Something that might even help you Shakes taste different than malts |