[Verse]
Em                       A
   I’d like to find the right words.
Em                 A
   Hidden inside a song.
Em               A
   I’d like serenade you
             Dm   C   A#
But it would come out wrong.
A#maj7                Am7
      Maybe you won’t believe me
    Dm7       Am7    A#maj7
But singing's not my style
            Gm7 Am7
Because I'm so afraid you
            C
Might just laugh and run a mile

[Chorus]

  C     F       F     Dm    Cm
I can’t sing, I can’t sing
        A#                       Gm7
Open my throat and windows start crack,
            A#                        C
I thought a quaver was a cheese based snack
  C     F       F     Dm    Fm
I can’t sing, I can’t sing
Gm7                   F
   There’s a millions songs I have mangled,
A#                  F
   Every note in my throat just gets tangled
Gm7                     F                           F   A       Dm
   Sounding more like a cat being strangled, by its own ball of string;
Cm      A#      C     F
I can’t sing, I can’t sing

  D     G       B     Em  Dm
I can’t sing, I can’t sing
G          C                           Am
I can just hear the crowd call out for less
C                              D
Flat as a pancake in a trouser press
        G             Em
I can’t sing, I can’t sing
Am7                    G
   Don’t know how my poor granddaddy stuck it
C                 G
  I can’t carry a tune in a bucket
Am7            G                         G    B       Em
   Anybody ‘ll tell you I suck, it’s the god damndest thing
        C   D         G
I can’t sing, I can’t sing

[Bridge]

A#
  It’s a tough handicap
C
  I can’t sing I can’t even rap (break it down y’all)
Dm
  I can’t dance, it’s too bad
C
  I move worse than a white boys dad.
D#
  I can’t tweet, I can’t blog
F
  I look rough as a rover’s dog
Gm                    A#                         D
  I can’t do anything, worst of all I just can’t sing!


Max:
[Verse]

Gm7                   C
   I need to break it too you
Gm7               C
   Unaware as you are
Gm7                      C
   You have the voice of angels
               Fm D# C#
You’re born to be a star
C#maj7                    Cm7            Fm7 Cm7      Cm#maj7
      You are the kind of girl that, but anyone would love
            Am#7      Cm7
Such style, grace and beauty
                        D#
These are gifts from up above

[Chorus]

        G#        C    Fm
You can sing, you can sing

Chenice:
        C#                   A#m7
Had no idea I didn’t think I could,
               C#                   D#
Thought I made Geri Halliwell sound good

Max:
        G#            Fm
You can sing, you can sing

Chenice:
A#m7               G#
    If you say so, maybe I can hack it
C#                    G#
   If it’s not such a god awful racket

Max:
A#m7                 G#
    Don’t forget you could win a packet
      G#   C      Fm
I can just hear, ‘cha ching’

Chenice:
A#m7                     G#
    It’s my granddaddy’s dream I’m fulfilling
C#                      G#
   Love is strong, even death cannot kill it
A#m7                    G#
    And ill rise out of this, should god will it
      G#  C        Fm
I got something to bring
     C#           A#  D#
I can sing, I can sing

I can sing

G#