A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice   I’ve got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is my first choice   Anyhow it’s up to me to wander around my mind   I keep a steady pace but I soon lose track of time   I lose track of time      Watch me balance a silver string from the bass note swimming by   It will open a new universe where the earth becomes the sky      Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?   I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you how      I almost feel as happy as a boy that happy is   To wake up on my birthday with a present from old Aunt Liz   A recorder in red plastic and a yellow xylophone   And then an angel on a card that proves that they are my own      Watch me balance a silver string from the bass note swimming by   It will open a new universe where the earth becomes the sky      Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?   I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you how   Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?   I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you how