(words by john oates
Music by john oates, george bizet)
To play to get rich
And die baroque is wrong
If you write a song for god
Will he sing along
While rows of robot symphonies read on
Is that the way you wanted it played
Man*scripted memories
Sound with no electricity
Concentration line on the face of serious music
Man*scripted memories
Sound but no electricity
Concentration lines on the face of serious music
You brought a bit of jazz to the concert hall
But you won't hear violins at the darkies' ball
Your rhapsody in blue will outlive us all
I wish i was there the night you played it
Man*scripted memories
Sound with no electricity
Concentration line on the face of serious music
Man*scripted memories
Sound but no electricity
Concentration lines on the face of serious music