Lyrics

Whenever I play, whatever I play, I make the people scream and shout. Where-ever I perform, they pack the door and swarm,
they're tryin' to get out.

Chorus- I leave 'em wantin' less, they don't seek my autograph,
but they always wanna ask me the question,
What did you do with all the money, Mama gave you for music lessons?

Put that sax back in it's case, there ain't enough beer, now your music's pissed off the bartender.
We don't want you honkin' and screetchin' 'round here, your a regestered sax offender.
Stop playin' that guitar, it ain't done nothin' to you, see what happens when cousins marry?
Stop pickin' at the piano, my Mama always said, never pick on something bigger than you.

Chorus-

Don't you dare play your fiddle, blue-grass and all that,
like a dog howlin' at a recital.
The SPCA frowns on cruelty to cats, and you're too old for American Idol.

Chorus, What did you do with all the money- repeat until nauseated