Wish that you could sing like the other kids do?

Wish that you could hum or even carry a tune?

But you feel just like a frog or a hog thats bound for slaughter,

Youre bound to slaughter everything, you croak when you croon.

Theres a place to go that everybody knows about.

You can be alone and your pipes will all come clean.

You can "Do -Rae -Me" hour after hour,

You will find your power under pressure and steam.

Chorus:

Everybody sounds good in the shower. Theres something about the acoustics in there.

Everybodys singing in the shower.

Give yourself a concert while you shampoo your hair.

Did you get fired from the choir because they said you werent mellow?

Does the radio get turned up when you try and sing along?

Do the ogres and the trolls all tell you that you bellow?

Well hit the shower buddy, cause thats where you belong.

Chorus.

The hot water starts flowing - your vocal chords are glowing.

The critics all are raving - your a tenor while your shaving.

Strike a dozen poses - your towels a dozen roses.

Youre a soupy sensation - youll get a standing ovation every time.

Oh, how you shine!


Chorus.

Give yourself a concert, give yourself a concert, give yourself a concert while you shampoo your hair.

Do -Rae -me -fah -so -la -tea -d