Seems like it's nothing but drama nowadays,
what's the likelihood of getting a job that pays,
I just want to give two thumbs,
To the singing, to the drums.

Trying to keep my head on straight,
I guess my future is decided by fate,
But here is the present, here it comes,
I can hear them cheering to the singing, to the drums.

They say what comes, goes around,
I've been through it, and nothing is what I found,
I can hear her yelling as she hums,
to the singing, to the drums.

So ask yourself is it worth it,
is it worth it to be genuinely perfect,
And the world keeps spinning,
to the singing, to the drums.