I heard that my doctor said
That my throat is hurt and my tour is dead
Why now, as my dreams come true?
Guess it's just bad luck I can't sing to you

Oh, my cords are so scarred!
I still want success but this makes it hard

I hate to turn up in the news uninvited
But I couldn't do my shows, I couldn't hide it
I had hoped you'd see my face when I came to your city
And you'd buy my latest album

Never mind, you'll find it on iTunes
While they laser off my soft tissue
Don't forget me, I beg
All my specialists said
"Only this surgery will make your voice strong again
You will emerge to share your tear-jerking songs again."

All my fans are in a rage
Only yesterday I was belting on stage
Now I'm sad and dazed
In a worried haze
Forced to be silent as the music plays

I hate to turn up in the news uninvited
But they talked to my surgeon, I couldn't fight it
I had hoped I could perform on all the late-night talk shows
So you'd buy my latest single

Never mind, you'll find it on iTunes
Another ode to heartbreak that I crooned
Don't forget me, I pray
Oh I hope that you'll say
"Sometimes we lose interest but we'll stick by you Adele."

Never mind, you'll find me on iTunes
Until I can sing again for you
Don't forget me, I beg
Just remember I said
"Some people download songs but you should buy mine instead
I'll bring you brand new songs about this in 2012."