You can learn music.
Let me teach you.
Three simple chords.
Yeah.
You can learn music.
With a D and a G and an A, you'll reap the rewards.
You can learn music!
Oh, oh my goodness, oh my word.
Gracious me, what is this genius we all have just heard?
It gave me the chills.
It gave me the feels.
It made me both weep and kick up my heels.
Cause you are the music.
You are the pulse and the pitch and the time and the tune and the groove.
And look at you move, you are the music.
If your song were a painting, I would think it should be hung in the loo.
You are the music.
You are the music.
Now wait a second, buddy.
Look at you.
You've got skills, I'm playing second fiddle too.
I cry when you croon, I sing when you strum.
And what's that cool fingering you did with your thumb?
Yeah, you!
All the music.
You got a knack for the notes and the tantalizing touch with the tune.
You got me over the moon.
You are the music.
Roll over, Beethoven, Mick Jagger, and Mr. B. Boone.
You are the music.
You are the music.
You are awesome.
You are awesomer.
Your music flies through me on wings of gossamer.
You're iconic.
You're like bionic.
You be my dominant, I'll be your tonic!
We are the music.
We like to learn music.
We bring the lightning, the fire, the water, the earth, and the air.
There's no getting through.
We are the music.
Well, we learned some music.
We're Billy Joe, Yo-Yo Ma, Cent, Chubby Checker, and Cher.
Now what do we do?
We are the music.
Forte!
We are the music.
Piano.
We are the music.
Pianissimo.
Where did the children go?
