I tried singing my song,
but I woke the missus.
Went out in the yard,
but the neighbors rose.
Walked down the street
then come the police.
So that’s the way
the song goes.
-CHORUS
Let me out of this jail!
I got to hit those high notes.
I gotta stomp my foot
on the refrain.
Oh but the judge just
sentenced me to the rooftops.
And then only
when it rains.
I tried in the afternoon,
but what with all the clatter,
it was like lighting a candle
in the middle of the day.
It gives off light
but it don’t matter
because no one needs it then
anyway.
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I tried not singing at all.
I thought I could do it.
I went for days
then it all came out.
It came out so loud
I didn’t even know I could do that.
They sure throwing
the key away on me now.
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