You played those notes a year ago But nobody ever seems to mind You're so sweet Upon request from her dad She takes a seat centre stage And starts to play And when she's done we take our roles as assigned A few kids whined But everyone behaved So take the bench, little girl And sing your little heart out The fact the notes are right Doesn't mean she has any feeling This year yields something new A reason for the downcast eyes The buttoned lip The irony that rings so true Is in the corner holding hands That played the keys That bored the kids and the adults alike But made the teenagers laugh At pure precociousness So take the bench, little girl And sing your little heart out Take note, the facts are right But she hasn't any feeling And we'll be appealing Upon request from her mom She takes a seat centre stage And starts to cry Take the bench, little girl And sing your little heart out Take the bench, little girl