| AMATYOR AWOR
Nagilogay kami sa awdisyon
Amatyor Awor singing kompitisyon
Contestant wala gyuy pilion
Kay bisan ug yabag pakantahon
Amatyor Awor among giapilan
Ika trenta y dos ako nga contestant
Babaye, lalaki, bata, ug tigulang
Ilang gipaapil basta mokanta lang
Usa, duha, tulo, upat, lima
Unom, pito, walo, pulos nabagtingan
Kay ilang kanta pulos lang sinugdanan
Wa masayod unsaon nila paghuman
Dihay batanon gipraktis ang kanta
Kay ang namemorize niya ang title ra
Aron dili gyud siya makalimot
Sa mga palad niya gisulat ang litra
Ug sa dihang siya gitawag na
Sa nerbiyos ang nawong puwerteng luspara
Busa ang kanta usab mikurba
Ang tingog niya morag tingog sa baka
Hangtud nakadlawon buntag na lang intawon
Ang singing contest nagpadayon
Kon kinsay modaog wala lay nasayod
Kay ang mga judges nakatulog
Dihay babaye misayaw-sayaw pa
May boses nga yabag morag buak nga lata
Gibagtingan na siya ug kalima
Apan wa manumbaling daw giganahan pa
Unsaon duna may diperensiya
Kadtong babaye diay puwerting bungola
Nasintunado hasta ang gitara
Ang mga tawo nagsiging pangatawa
Hangtud nakadlawon buntag na lang intawon
Ang singing contest nagpadayon
Kon kinsay modaog wala lay nasayod
Kay ang mga judges nakatulog
Wala damha may hubog nga misaka
Miilog sa microphone kay mokanta 'no siya
Sa entablado siya nasarasay
Hangtud nadasmagan ang gitarista
Gitarista labihan nga lagota
Gilambusan ang hubog sa iyang gitara
Nagalibwag kami ug panagan
Daghang nangahulog ug nangapi-ang
Amatyor Awor puwerting gubota
Among premyo usab natabla
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AMATEUR HOUR
We competed at an audition for the
Amateur Hour singing competition
They don't really care
If the contestants sing out of tune
We joined the Amateur Hour
I was the thirty-second contestant
Women, men, young, and old
They all joined just as long as they could sing
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, the bell rang for all
Because they all just sang the beginning
They didn't know how to finish their songs
There was a young guy who practiced his song
Because he memorized the title only
So that he wouldn't really forget it
He wrote the lyrics on his palm
And there was a guy who was called
But he was so nervous his face turned pale
Therefore his song was all screwed up
His voice was just like the voice of a cow
Just until the early morning hours
The singing contest continues
If somebody will win is just not known
Because the judges are sleeping
There's a lady who keeps on dancing
Her voice is out of tune like a broken tin can
The bell rang five times for her
But she ignored it and continued on
There's something wrong with her
That lady is very deaf
The guitar is also out of tune
The people keep on laughing
Just until the early morning hours
The singing contest continues
If somebody will win is just not known
Because the judges are sleeping
Unexpectedly a drunk climbed on stage
He grabbed the microphone from someone
He staggered around the stage
Until he bumped into the guitarist
The guitarist got so angry
He clubbed the drunk with his guitar
We were all trying to run away
Many people fell and hurt themselves
Amateur Hour turned into a riot
So we weren't able to collect our prizes
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