His bedroom voice made our hearts soar before it made it sore.
His operatic notes filled us with joy before it sent us a sour note.
How could you do this, Bocelli? Take away all our pleasure of listening to you?
How could you sing your hymn for him?
Some call us liberal wussies for boycotting you
But it worked, keeping you out of the White House where
he said he would grab us by the pu**y
I can’t listen to you anymore. You’ve ruined it for me.