Xylorimba

We've seen this one before

Another holy war

I gave up keeping score

Disharmony is raging in the orchestra

Percussion section

Is this hatred or affection?

Said the sad marimba

"I saved myself for him but

I know my chance is very slim"

But unbeknownst to her there is a xylophone

Who waits alone and

Hopes they can make some connection

Some connection made

Though both of them afraid

Every night they prayed

Until they had a little girl and named her Xylorimba

A family name;

A portmanteau of what's within ya

But generations change

Folks looked at her as strange

She had her mother's range

And her father's brightness but she was virtually ignored

By most civilians

And favoured by some vaudevillians

The Mozart serenades

The ticker tape parades

The things she never played

The list was getting longer and the forecast grim

But for Xylorimba

Xylorimba wins

She does what she wants

She knows who she is and she's free

The list was getting longer and the forecast grim

But for Xylorimba

Xylorimba wins

I'll take obscurity

Over purity

Is that maturity?

It's either talent or it's luck

We're beaten and we're struck like

Xylorimba

Xylorimba!