You played those notes a year ago

But nobody ever seems to mind

You're so sweet



Upon request from her dad

She takes a seat centre stage

And starts to play



And when she's done we take our roles as assigned

A few kids whined

But everyone behaved



So take the bench Little Girl

And sing your little heart out

The fact the notes are right

Doesn't mean she has any feeling



This year yields something new

A reason for the downcast eyes

The buttoned lip



The irony that rings so true

Is in the corner holding hands

That played the keys



That bored the kids and the adults alike

But made the teenagers laugh

At pure precociousness



So take the bench Little Girl

And sing your little heart out

Take note, the facts are right

But she hasn't any feeling

And we'll be appealing



Upon request from her mom

She takes a seat centre stage

And starts to cry



Take the bench Little Girl

And sing your little heart out

Take the bench Little Girl