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La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi

Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu

Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma

He he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo

Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo

Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, oh

When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano
No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand
And grand pianos in a band make money darling
And so each afternoon when I come home from school
I practice like a bloody fool
You can't imagine all the awful things I play
I could never see a friend
I'd have to practice without end
And as the time was dripping by
I watched the clock without denial
I got the window on the sky
I wished so tearfully that i
Could come outside and play
Instead of wasting every day
Of learning something that
Without a doubt
I could have really done without
It was such a bore
And I could here the boy next door was having fun
And that was something that I'd really never done

When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano
Playing major scales and than I played the minors once again
Now up and down the keys I play and out of these
I play a tirade of all the exercises
Never any new surprises
Girl you keep your fingers wrong
What a sound
All I wanted was to sing
And not to make the raftest ring
With my old piano
Practicing I would have popped my back
I sing, I hated every minute of the keyboard I devote
That is why today I'm a soprano, but the sight of a piano
Makes me shot before I can not play a note
La la la la la la la   La la la la la la la   La la la la la la la   La la la la la la la la      Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi   Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi   Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi   Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi      Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu   Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu   Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu   Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu      Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma   Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma   Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma   Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma      He he he he he   Ha ha ha ha ha   Ho ho ho ho ho hooo      Ha ha ha ha ha   He he he he he   Ho ho ho ho ho hooo      Ha ha ha ha ha   He he he he he   Ho ho ho ho ho hooo      Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha   Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha   Ha ha ha ha, oh      When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano   But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano   No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand   And grand pianos in a band make money darling   And so each afternoon when I come home from school   I practice like a bloody fool   You can't imagine all the awful things I play   I could never see a friend   I'd have to practice without end   And as the time was dripping by   I watched the clock without denial   I got the window on the sky   I wished so tearfully that i   Could come outside and play   Instead of wasting every day   Of learning something that   Without a doubt   I could have really done without   It was such a bore   And I could here the boy next door was having fun   And that was something that I'd really never done      When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano   But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano   Playing major scales and than I played the minors once again   Now up and down the keys I play and out of these   I play a tirade of all the exercises   Never any new surprises   Girl you keep your fingers wrong   What a sound   All I wanted was to sing   And not to make the raftest ring   With my old piano   Practicing I would have popped my back   I sing, I hated every minute of the keyboard I devote   That is why today I'm a soprano, but the sight of a piano   Makes me shot before I can not play a note
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