Just Whistlin'

I could noodle all day long
I could go la-la-la til my la-la-lungs bleed
I could dabble with a metaphorical song
I pretend to play the saxophone as if I know what I'm doing

But oooh oh oh
There's this thing that I just cannot do

And I'm so god damn frustrated
I can't hack tackling the task that feels so simple
I'm pretty sure just about anyone else can
But no matter how many ways I try, I can't whistle

Well, admittedly, I could try, and surely it'd make a sound
But the sound would be airy, off-pitch, and awfully shitty
It won't be pretty
You're gonna have a heap of trouble picking out the melody
It ain't a soothing sound, it's never going to bring a fully grown person to tears
But it's the sound I'm gonna try right now, so I would cover your ears

And so I wrote this silly song
In hopes it gives me the necessary practice
And if I play it all day long (Every day, every week, every year)
Then eventually, maybe, I won't be so hopeless

So, a hundred bucks to anyone that teaches me right
But all attempts were failures, so don't get your hopes high
I need practice, so here goes one more try