I remember a yellow kitchen Sitting down on the vinyl floor Momma cooking an early supper Leaving open the cabinet door From within the walls, my hands would pull The instruments, those tools of my trade Those pots and pans would clash like a cymbal crash Like the music that I'd soon learning how to play It's funny how it all began with the pots and pans I remember the orange shag carpet Sleeping bags on the living room floor Momma starting the record player Counting the hours to Christmas morn Alvin and the Chipmunks sang That song about missing their two front teeth And as the record played we'd ruminate About the presents underneath the tree It's funny how it all began with the pots and pans I remember my parents' basement Punk rock band blasting through the house Momma cooking the rainbow jello Bringing it down for the boys to try out Tragic Blonde, those Sagrave songs Music that you'd think she would despise But all the while she'd laugh and smile A joyful sense of pride within her eyes It's funny how it all began with the pots and pans