Mr. Music Man

We never get the same seats
It doesn't matter in the round
So with a Sam in hand
And our toes filled with sand
We wait for the lights to go down

From the trailers to the stage
We become completely engaged
In what you do, Mr. Music Man

It's the never the same show
This art you've earned alone
Through each tantalizing riff
And the hits you'll likely skip
We reap the seeds we've sewn

From The Tent to the stars
We hear some dissonant guitar
In those tunes you do, Mr. Music Man

Oh Mr. Music Man
Play what you want because you can
Let those fingers rise above the keys
And play those classic melodies
Oh Mr. Music Man
Play what you want because you can
We can't wait to hear you again