Life is hum-drum so I bang my drum.
Rhythmic tantric isn’t life, it’s fun.
And when my friends call me dumb
There’s drums, drums, drums, drums, drums.
Cool kids are nasty so I play my keys.
I can’t wait ‘til I am great, they’ll be sorry.
And when my friends call me geek
There’s keys, keys, keys, keys, keys.
Boyfriend-wishing so I strum my strings.
Sounds as good or better than romance things.
And when my friends call me single
There’s strings and I might sing a little, singin’…
