What about a blues in W, in the key of W.

I didn't ask my mother to buy me a trumpet or a violin, I started right on the water hose.

I wish we could just stay on the bandstand, it's so peaceful up here.

We are all driven by an invisible whip. Some run, some have fun, some are hip, some tip, some dip, but we all must answer to the invisible whip.

Keep searchin’ for your mystery note on the universal piano of life.

When I die, I want them to play The Black and Crazy Blues, I want to be cremated, put in a bag of pot and I want beautiful people to smoke me and hope they got something out of it.

All it is, is a tone. So I'm gonna come back as a note!