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!