"Hey, Alvin, who's that girl?
"Brittany.
"Brittany?
"Uh huh. I wrote a love song to her that Miss Miller's gonna sing. It goes like this.

Love the song that's on the radio
I pick this song on the talent shows
I have sung this twenty times before
Why can't I sing this one anymore

Well, something happened to me
When I turned fifty
My voice was mangled right on the prom night
And I'd been introduced to

Brittany's changes
Voice reconstructions

The melody is always the same
The notes I hear, is spelling my name
The highest G, come back to me
Please return to me

I cannot sing again
And not so high again
My perfect five-octave range?
Never again

Can't make your knees feel weak
Oh, what's happening
What's wrong

[Backup Dave]
"Her top range is now screwed up"

Now I listen to the radio
All the notes are coming back, I hope
Been too long, I lost the voice of mine
While I listen, I ask why-y-y-y

Why my voice is changing
Why my hands are growing
Never want to grow up with a deep voice and a lot of grey hair
Oh voice up my changes
All those weird changes

Oh..
Oh... Yeah

[Backup Dave]
"I look like Orlando Bloom