She sang a song that danced of disco, her voice was lost, I'd say,
Posers of raunch-o my ears so resist-o, I'm here to warn ya, 'kay?
She better not leave her job and should have understood that dollars of green ain't hay.
When all you can hear is half a slur, why's everyone wantin' to sing that way?

Karaoke, shake off your sane-o ways,
Karaoke, take another look at that word,
Karaoke, get up all windy an' bray,
Karaoke, hey, stay off the hi-way.

Trippin' on pride, you're acting like old Marky Knopfler, * you're a way shy.
Doo-Wop you cain't, better face 'cause you're voice is too faint.

Karaoke, try out some hobo blues,
Karaoke, what's blockin' your airway?

---Instrumental quietude---

Singin' sure sucks, that "San Francisco"? It shouldn't sound that way.
Could be your mouth is filled with Crisco,
Gimme a soundless bray.
You may believe you're singin' good but blather should be left for a long essay.
But you won't be cuttin' on no hip hop label,
Any time you stop's Okay.

Karaoke, shake off your sane-o ways,
Karaoke, take another look at that word,
Karaoke, get up all windy an' bray,
Karaoke, hey, stay off the hi-way.
Karaoke, try out some hobo blues,
Karaoke, what's blockin' your airway?

(Fade)