What sweet music fills these drowsy ears of mine?
'Tis the sound of pouring, of pouring wine
It is the sound of someone pouring, pouring wine, wine, wine wine wine wine winewinewinewinewinewinewinewinewine.
See that clumsy man who wears the smelly frock?
He is the son of Sebastian Bach.
His father was a genius, 'tis true upon my word;
But this man, this man is nothing but a total nerd
His father was a genius I give to you my word;
But this man, this man is nothing but a total nerd.
Nothing but a nerd.
Ah but here's another story, yesiree
Here's a man of talent, you must agree
Here is a man with loads of talent,
You'll agree, gree, gree gree gree gree greegreegreegreegreegreegreegreegreegree
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is his name
He is no newcomer to this game.
He was a real boy wonder, who blazed across the sky;
Ah, but now, but now he's just another grown up guy
He was a real boy wonder, who blazed across the sky;
Ah, but now, but now he's just another grown up guy
Just a grown up guy.
Cheers! Not bad
Now Mozart is a genius but also somewhat dense;
He's good at writing music, but business wise he doesn't have a bit of sense.
No! He doesn't have an itty bitty itty bitty ittybitty ittybitty ounce of sense
It's a jungle out there, you know you gotta have sense!
If you want to make it big, you must take care
You must know whom to kiss, and also where
You must know whom to kiss and also also where where where where where
If he'd only make an effort once in a while
He would be living now in style
He spends his time at billiards, now tell me is that wise?
Oh he'll be, he'll be a pauper 'til the day he dies
He spends his time at billiards, I ask you is that wise?
Yes, he'll be a pauper 'till the day he dies
'Til the day he dies, 'til the day he dies, 'til the day he dies