Brian: When I try to sing, you say I'm off-key. Why can't you see how much this hurts me. With your perfect beauty and your perfect pitch. You're a perfect angel. When I come around, must you always put me down. If you say my singing is off-key, my love. You will hurt my feelings, don't you see, my love. I wish I had an ear like yours, a voice that would behave. All I have is feeling and a voice God gave. You insist my music goes against the rules. Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools. I wrote this little song for you, but you don't care. It's a crooked song, ah, but all my heart is there. The thing that you would see if you would do your part. Is even if I'm out of tune, I have a gentle heart. I took your picture with my trusty Rolleiflex. And now all I have developed is a complex. Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love. And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of. A life of love and music with someone who'll understand. That even though I may be out of tune, When I attempt to say how much I love you. All that matters is the message that I bring Which is my dear one I love you. {Applause} Lois: Oh, that was lovely, Brian. Brian: Oh, great. Thanks. Was it... uh... was it lovely enough for you to- Lois: No, I will not make out with you. Brian: Got it. Won't ask again. Herbert: Well, hey there, muscley-arm. Chris: Oh, hi, Mr. Herbert Lois: Oh, Herbert... How nice to see you. Herbert: I ain't talkin' to you, hussy. Hey, Chris. Brought you some candy corns. Chris: Wow, thanks. Herbert: You know, you walk by my house everyday only way to catch the scubas. It just makes me wanna sing. So I'm gonna sing you a little song, Chris. Chris: Cool!