He’s not a pretty boy
Rather shy, not very strong
He is not overjoyed
So much bored
All day long
“He’s a genius” said his mom
Cause he hides a great talent
I doesn’t know yet…but
I will become the next Hayden
Play for me my piano boy
Play for me, don’t stop to play
I need some chills, I need some joy
You’ve got to see that it’s your way
Play for me my lovely boy
Play for me, never stop to play
He has a private teacher
Practicing every day
To be the best, thinks his mother
She buys him a Steinway
But he’s still bored all day long
Cause he did not have the gift
After all, his mother was wrong
He really starts to hate it
Play for me my piano boy
Play for me, don’t stop to play
I need some chills, I need some joy
You’ve got to see that it’s your way
Play for me my lovely boy
Play for me, never stop to play
There is a contest at school
Why not he has nothing to loose
Climb the stage and oh surprise!
Beat them all and win the first prize
Oh man, that’s spectacular
He is the best in air guitar
Play for me my piano boy
Play for me, don’t stop to play
I need some chills, I need some joy
You’ve got to see that it’s your way
Play for me my lovely boy
Play for me, never stop to play
Play for me my piano boy
Play for me, don’t stop to play
I need some chills, I need some joy
You’ve got to see that it’s your way
Play for me my lovely boy
Play for me, never stop to play
Chock-full of earworm hooks and pit-starting breakdowns, Webbed Wing's debut effort is a must-hear for pop-punk fans. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 2, 2019