Help me as I strive to sing.
My voice fails my woozy heart.
The rain, to my song, it clings.

The jazz, trumpet, and secret swing
Appalls the ones who breathe Mozart
Help me as I strive to sing.

With your tings and rings and pings and zings
You succeeded in that, but failed to start
The rain, to my song, it clings.

Potential so bright, that of a king
Rather’ve been that than my sweetheart
Help me as I strive to sing.

With a dance, a scream, and a sting
You pushed my patience as you pushed your art
The rain, to my song, it clings.

You flew off on your sacred wing
But you said we’d need never to part
Help me as I strive to sing.
The rain, to my song, it clings.