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