Some thought my memory’s getting old
Some had been dissing my pants, hold on
Somebody’s lacking a memo
And they have not a clue, how my new songs will end again

My voice is weakened and crackled
Some say I can’t sing in tune, hold on
When will this laryngitis go?
And would I see a knife shine,
And I can’t sing high notes like Elton John?

(You must rest your throat) I must sing this by myself, oh no
You should lend this to [Mary J.] Blige (I’m that one who wrote this song, oh my)
(Listen to this one) Oh don’t let Miss Delta [Goodrem] write
If I can hit that high note just for one last time tonight

My concert sold out in two hours
I could be ripping their lives, oh no
Yet I must believe I can sing
Tell me: Where were you when I was burning up last night

Faces filled with madness, oh
Golden notes unheard of, hold on
Put your faith back in me
All I had to do is to reach for the syrup that tastes like fruit.

(You must rest your throat) I must sing this by myself, oh no
You should lend this to [Mary J.] Blige (I’m that one who wrote this song, oh my)
(Listen to this one) Oh don’t let Miss Delta [Goodrem] write
If I can hit that high note just for one last time tonight

And when that crowd roars (louder, louder)
My voice will be strong (oh why)
And at all cost, I will finish [the concert] then I’ll rest, then I’ll rest

Show the world

(You can finish the show) I can do this by myself, oh yeah
(You can hold that long note) There’s no way I will give up, oh my
(You’re the chosen one) Since I wrote this song from the start
.If we all clap at the same time tonight

(You can finish the show) I can do this by myself, oh yeah
(You can hold that long note) There’s no way I will give up, oh my
(You’re the chosen one) Since I wrote this song from the start
.If we all clap at the same time tonight

Continue the 2nd chorus till end