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What I do, I'm important too


I play music Makes me a geek? I don’t care I turn the other cheek After years of playing music I got a lot of whit So nice try on degrading But I ain’t gonna quit You let the other students Make fun of what I do But when I’m a millionaire The joke’s gonna be on you I’m in love with music And I don’t care who knows Especially you teacher Who just sticks up their nose So yes my clarinet Indeed does have a name But you won’t be laughing When you see us sitting in fame
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