You play real good! How old are you? eight? ...i was eight once... For a whole year! Then I went on to the big time... Nine...ten...
[singing] I got daisies in green pastures I got my man Who could ask for anything more All man trouble, i don't mind him You won't find him Round and round and round my door I got starlight I got sweet dream I got my man Who can ask for anything more I got rhythm I got music I got my man Johnny can only play one note And the note he plays is this This is just a little samba Built upon a single note Other notes are bound to follow But the root is still That note Now this new one is the consequence Of the one we've just concluded As I'm bound to be the unavoidable Consequence of you There's so many people who can Talk an' talk an' talk And just say nothing Nothing I have used to go the scale I know that at the end I've come to nothing Nothing So I come back to my first note As I must come back to you I will pour into that one note All the love I feel for you Anyone who wants the whole show Re mi fa sol la ti do He would find himself with no show Better play the note you know Dah dah dee dee da ah ah ... Better play the note you know !
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