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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