At Least I Tried
They stare at me
They glare at me
Because I tried
But failed
They thought that I was going to be better than I was, you see
But I think in my mind
At least I tried, at least I tried
At least I tried to sing a song
At least it was not very long
My voice came out a rusty squeak
And then I could not even speak
I sounded like a dying pig
Choking on a big brown wig
But unlike those cowards down there
Giving me that mean ol’ stare
I got up in front of the crowd
And sang my poor heart out
So now I think in my mind
At least I tried, at least I tried
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