Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

InCAN'Tation for my signifiCAN'T other

I won't reCAN'T my love for you but sing it like a CAN'Tor

I have sCAN'T proof and yes, I know I'm CAN'Tankerous

I won't be a suppliCAN'T but I will deCAN'T my seed for you

If you CAN you CAN and if you CAN'T you CAN'T

and this will be an inCAN'Tation for my insignifiCAN'T other

Cantor!
i appreciate that well-yalmulked salute. something for everyone here.
may can'ts become cans. can cans.

pointer sisters
movin' in the
right direction
"I know we can
make it, I know we
can work it out, O
yes, O yes we can can!"

meet me at the can'turbury can'tina.
we'll have cant'aloupe and sing a can'tata
under the can'topy.
allow me to be can'tdid with you.
the waiter speaks can'tonese.
it may be that we can't understand
when he, like a can'tor, rattles off the specials.
it's ok. I'll bring a deck of cards and we'll
play can'tasta.
this is my can'tata.

You pass another putrid mendicant
but this one doesn't blend in vacant grays
who sips a paper-baggy-condomed steroetypical canteen,
who tells the Surgeon General's warning, "I cancer give the can't-sir up."
But nonetheless you canter pass this fetid beggar
who sips and smokes a thankful canticle to Mercy,
whose cantible eucharist puts many gospel choirs to shame.
And you offer nothing for a subliminal descant to the song,
but cradle the soul in the canthus of your eye and walk your walk away.

cantare cantabile...
and also canterellare
can can with Tom o'Bedlam, can´t you?

you guys maintain a Conceit better than I do