Young Writers Society

To the tune of “I want it that way” by the Backstreet Boys. I sort of wrote it... unfortunately...


Yeaah…

You are my earache
Your voice takes the cake
All times I never want to hear you sing
Because it gets tiring

Why don’t you shut up?
Before I chuck up
My breakfast
Oh nooho
It’s way too late.

(Chorus)
Tell me why
Ain’t nothing but a headache
Tell me why
Ain’t nothing but a mistake
Tell me why I’m thinking of a muter to make
For your own sake

Do you torture people
Singing about your ugly pimple?
Is it too late to say
“Don’t sing night or day”?

(Chorus)
Tell me why
Ain’t nothing but a headache (Tell me why!)
Ain’t nothing but a mistake
Tell me why I’m thinking of a muter to make
For your own sake

Now I can see that we’re falling apart
For you’re singing about your fart
Yeeah
No matter the distance, I hear you voice
And feel the headache it brings!

You are my earache
Your voice takes the cake

The cake, the cake, the chocolate cake…

Don’t want to hear you!

Ain’t nothing but a headache
Ain’t nothing but a mistake (Don’t want to hear you sing)
I never want to hear you sing
‘Cause it gets tiring
Tell me why
Ain’t nothing but a headache
Tell me why
Ain’t nothing but a mistake
Tell me why I’m thinking of a muter to make
For your own sake

Tell me why!
Ain’t nothing but a headache
Ain’t nothing but a mistake
Tell me why I’m thinking of a muter to make
For your own sake

Go jump in a lake.