What Am I Singing?

Tune: "What Was I Thinking?" (Christine Lavin)

At the bottom of the one-shot list was a single, appealing blank line.
I thought those lyrics were grand, and the important thing was they were mine.
I got a volunteer to help me 'cause the harmony was really a blast.
But I soon found out I was crooning the wrong tune really fast.

What am I singing?
Is it really this bad? (Oh, yes.)
I bet my unwilling partner in melodicide thinks I'm a cad.
What are we singing?
I have to confess
That the folk process when I'm not thinking
Makes a big mess.

It was a chaos open filk and I knew I had a fantastic song.
But if I scrambled in my lyric books the filk would move right along.
So I just opened my mouth and the first verse came out just fine (oh yeah!)
But the chorus stopped when I forgot ...

What am I singing?
I've got Frank Hayes disease.
If I don't start again soon, would someone just shoot me, please?
What am I singing?
I can't remember the words.
Ah, that's what I'm singing. The next line is ...
Oh, merde.

We were sailing along with a variety of really great filk --
Trek, 'ose, Tom Smith, and others of diverse ilk --
When someone started out with a verse of Old Time Religion
And I felt like doing to him what Tom Lehrer did to those pigeons.

What is he singing?
He has no brain.
Doesn't he know that all those verses stretch from here to Spain?
What are we thinking?
This song has no end.
Please stop this singing.
This song has to end.

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