The Refugees - The Violin Song lyrics

Mommy, I don't wanna practice violin Mommy I hate it and I want to quit At best the lessons are a bore I dread the moment she walks through the door You think that if I give up I'll regret it when I'm older but I won't Mommy, I don't wanna play the violin Mommy, watch me throw it at the wall and (only kidding) The orchestra is fine for some The truth is I'm not having fun You say that I will thank you when you're gone but if you're dead how will you know I'll eat my broccoli and never misbehave Isn't that a good trade Think of the money you'll save Mommy, please Mommy, I don't even like the violin Mommy, I'd rather play the ba** guitar or drums So add this to your mounting list Of things to talk about with your therapist I'm sure she'll say we're better off without this albatross around our necks Jascha Heifitz, Itzahk Perlman, Isaac Stern, is that what you expect? Ma-ma-ma-mommy, I don't wanna play the violin Ma-ma-ma-mommy, I don't wanna practice violin Ma-ma-ma-mommy, are you listening