Chopsticks Songtext
von Peter Combe

I play the violin every morning
And every evening of every day
Suzuki, Bach, Vivaldi, Schumann
But really all that I want to play is
I play the grand piano
Practice my chords and scales and arpeggios
So boring and it drives my family up the wall
Dad says, "Why don′t you play?"
I play the flute, the silver flute
But it doesn't sound much like James Galway
I wonder if when he was ten
Whether sometimes he was allowed to play
I′d really love to sing


A classical song or two at the opera house
And sound like Pavarotti
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I play the violin every morning
And every evening of every day
Suzuki, Bach, Vivaldi, Schumann
But really all that I want to play
I'd really love to sing
A classical song or two at the opera house
And sound like Pavarotti
La la la la la la la la la la la la