I can't sing like my mama

I can't sing like my mama.

(Verse 1)

Well, I woke up this mornin', with a song in my head,

But I can't sing like my mama, so I'm feeling kinda misled,

And as I looked down at my legs, I saw something strange,

They were skinny and bony, like my grandma's chicken range.

(Chorus)

I can't sing like my mama, and I've got chicken legs,

But that won't stop me from livin', or put me to bed,

I'll just keep on strummin', and singin' out of tune,

'Cause life's too short to worry, 'bout chicken legs and a croon.

(Verse 2)

Well, I went to the doctor, to see what he'd say,

He said, "Son, you're healthy, so just go on your way,"

So I went to the gym, to try and bulk up my legs,

But all that I got was sore muscles and sweat on my head.

(Chorus)

I can't sing like my mama, and I've got chicken legs,

But that won't stop me from livin', or put me to bed,

I'll just keep on strummin', and singin' out of tune,

'Cause life's too short to worry, 'bout chicken legs and a croon.

(Bridge)

Well, I called up my mama, to tell her my woes,

She said, "Honey, just be yourself, and let your voice glow,"

And as for my chicken legs, well, they're part of my charm,

So I'll embrace them, and keep on singin' my farm.

(Chorus)

I can't sing like my mama, and I've got chicken legs,

But that won't stop me from livin', or put me to bed,

I'll just keep on strummin', and singin' out of tune,

'Cause life's too short to worry, 'bout chicken legs and a croon.

(Outro)

So if you're feelin' down, 'bout the way that you sing,

Or the way that your legs are, just remember this thing,

You're unique and special, in your own special way,

So just keep on strummin', and singin' your song of the day.