My Jam
Don’t give me no lip,
Just lend me your ears.
You ask me how did I not trip
On life through the years.
Here, my friend, is what I do.
This is the secret I give to you.
When I am down and all alone,
When the skies are gray and weary,
I work my fingers to the bone
And play my cheery melody eerie.
Pop! Slam! Bam!
Yeah, I can jam.
I can change my style
Like the leaves in October.
I can entrance and beguile,
Or I can leave you sober.
My jam is Mozart with his turns and trills,
Kander and Elfman with their slides and frills.
In my mind I hear the sounds
Of orchestras and rock bands.
They play the stars and battlegrounds
Like waves crashing against the rocky lands.
The music I hear bolts from the blue.
The music I play takes the wind out of you.
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