I played the clarinet since fourth grade
A long time to wait for love
Cause ever since Beverly Hills Cop
The Heat Is On, I longed
For the saxophone

My dad's concern was that the embouchure
Was easy and might make my lips too weak
To ever play a woodwind in an orchestra
An experience he wanted for me

After three years it was time to switch to saxophone
But the band director shook his head, forget it
I'm up to my ears in tenors and altos
And you're solid on the clarinet

With tears in my eyes I looked up at my dad
Who looked back at the band director
Don't you have any other openings
He replied, I could use another drummer

I looked at my dad, he looked at me
I nodded my head