The scheduling, the scheduling, I hate it so
A piece of paper with some scratchings tells you on which path you must go
Why choose only two of music when you are good at all three
To let one of them go would be to let go part of me
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
Music, music is in my soul
Do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do
Dynamic vibrance, mesmeric flow
Music; thrilling, filling, beautiful power, but few who truly appreciate
And now again I’m reminded, here now I must choose my fate
“Do whatever you would have the most fun doing” said a helpful friend
But I still don’t know what to do in the very end
Should I do band and strings, or choir and strings?
Or possibly band and choir, the possibilities ring
I wonder and wonder, I really don’t want to choose
With every choice I pick, I have something great to loose
A piece of paper with some scratchings tells you on which path you must go
Why choose only two of music when you are good at all three
To let one of them go would be to let go part of me
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
Music, music is in my soul
Do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do
Dynamic vibrance, mesmeric flow
Music; thrilling, filling, beautiful power, but few who truly appreciate
And now again I’m reminded, here now I must choose my fate
“Do whatever you would have the most fun doing” said a helpful friend
But I still don’t know what to do in the very end
Should I do band and strings, or choir and strings?
Or possibly band and choir, the possibilities ring
I wonder and wonder, I really don’t want to choose
With every choice I pick, I have something great to loose
