hobby was an only child
he couldn’t see or hear or read.
but heard a voice inside his head
hobby was the deaf kid.
started playing toy piano
practiced morning, noon and night
got a gig and stole the show
hobby was a virtuoso.
now he’s playing bop jazz
a debussy in neck tie.
wynton came and couldn’t speak
when hobby played “a love supreme”.
i know you hear something free
hobby was the bomb inside me
ears don’t feel
eyes can’t see
hobby was the deaf
king of swing
saw him on -rs-nio
you knew that he could really blow
for hobby had completely floored us
by the time he hit the second chorus
now he’s playin’ out sh-t.
shaved his hair and started smokin’
met a girl as sweet as honey
she robbed him blind and stole his money
but found some peace inside a thought
where his music never stopped.
and out of nowhere came a light
his ears could hear his eyes had sight.
now hobby don’t play no more
can’t hear the chords that used to move him
he opened up a record shop
the specialty is hip-hop