But nobody ever seems to mind
 You're so sweet

 Upon request from her dad
 She takes a seat centre stage
 And starts to play

 And when she's done we take our roles as assigned
 A few kids whined
 But everyone behaved

 So take the bench Little Girl
 And sing your little heart out
 The fact the notes are right
 Doesn't mean she has any feeling

 This year yields something new
 A reason for the downcast eyes
 The buttoned lip

 The irony that rings so true
 Is in the corner holding hands
 That played the keys

 That bored the kids and the adults alike
 But made the teenagers laugh
 At pure precociousness

 So take the bench Little Girl
 And sing your little heart out
 Take note, the facts are right
 But she hasn't any feeling
 And we'll be appealing

 Upon request from her mom
 She takes a seat centre stage
 And starts to cry

 Take the bench Little Girl
 And sing your little heart out
 Take the bench Little Girl