^ETelling the tr^Auth can be dan^Bgerous business. ^EHonest and pop^Aular don't go ^Bhand in hand. ^EIf you admit t^Ahat you can pl^Bay the accordion,

^ENo one'll hire^A you in a rock^F# 'n' roll ba^Bnd.

^EBut we can sin^Ag our hearts o^But (all night) ^EAnd if we're l^Aucky, then no ^Bneighbors complain. ^ENobody knows w^Ahere the begin^Bning part starts out (sing all right) ^EBut being huma^An we can live ^Bwith the pain.

^EBecause life is the w^Aay we audition for God; ^ELet us pray that we a^All get the job.

^ECryin' out lou^Ad gets you poin^Bted and laughed at ^EBe like a baby^A. Only babies s^Bhould cry. . . ^ESomebody tell ^Ame how that rum^Bor got started. ^ESome things I ^Aknow that only ^F#God knows w^Bhy.

^EBut we can sin^Ag our hearts ou^Bt (all night) ^EAnd if we're l^Aucky, then no n^Beighbors complain. ^ENobody knows w^Ahere the beginn^Bing part start