Chords

And when i take to singing a tune...i lose friends
They say my chords weren't born to make song
And i always chime in retort: '''That all depends,
Whether tin-eared listeners...have got it wrong''

Yet... it really matters not, if my voice be a moan
For no one needs to listen...i can croon all alone
It's just Music, Music, Music....the temple of song
Those who want to join in, follow me...sing along

For it's Music, Music, Music, and all that its worth
To me it's a like a sprinkling...of Utopia on Earth

For it's just MUSIC.... MUSIC.... MUSIC....is all...!