The Violin Song

Mommy, I don’t wanna practice violin
Mommy I hate it and I want to quit
At best the lessons are a bore
I dread the moment she walks through the door You think that if I give up I’ll
regret it when I’m older but I won’t
Mommy, I don’t wanna play the violin
Mommy, watch me throw it at the wall and (only kidding)
The orchestra is fine for some
The truth is I’m not having fun
You say that I will thank you when you’re gone but if you’re dead how will you
know
I’ll eat my broccoli and never misbehave
Isn’t that a good trade
Think of the money you’ll save
Mommy, please
Mommy, I don’t even like the violin
Mommy, I’d rather play the bass guitar or drums
So add this to your mounting list
Of things to talk about with your therapist
I’m sure she’ll say we’re better off without this albatross around our necks
Jascha Heifitz, Itzahk Perlman, Isaac Stern, is that what you expect?
Ma-ma-ma-mommy, I don’t wanna play the violin
Ma-ma-ma-mommy, I don’t wanna practice violin
Ma-ma-ma-mommy, are you listening