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Morton
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There’s one thing I must confess,
Now, please don’t get upset with me.
Every day I try my best,
to play my sax like Kenny G.
My teacher says my mind’s corrupt,
he shakes his head and stands in awe
He said one day I must wake up
‘cuz, Kenny G won’t get me far.
But, I’m so happy, I’m so free,
my horn has personality.
People keep on telling me,
that, I got chops like Kenny G.
If Kenny ain’t your cup of tea.
I’ll understand, but won’t agree.
Call me “copycat” or “wanna be”
I got chops like Kenny G.
Ladies love the way I play,
I’m getting better every day.
It ain’t no baffling mystery,
I got chops like Kenny G.
Circular breathing ain’t no sweat,
I harmonize with Silhouette.
Songbird is my favorite song,
I can play it all day long.
I play along and have a blast;
I used to think he played too fast.
I listen to him all the time,
I never ever fall behind.
I can play in every key,
my tone can match his perfectly.
His licks and riffs come easily,
I got chops like Kenny G.
Ain’t no other way to be,
I got chops like Kenny G.
You don’t like it? Fine with me,
I got chops like Kenny G.
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