Acappella

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