A PART OF IT FILLS ANYBODY`S CUP !

I wish I were born , master , a singer, and maybe a unic one .

Don`t bother , master , to tell me what I know .

I know , master , I was never ment to speak .

I never was to say a single word , master .

Was I, never the less , master , born to sing ?

Am I supposed , master , to think you don`t know .

And if you don`t know , master , then

what good are you really master for ,

what on earth can I use you for ?

I wish I were born , master , a painter , and maybe a unic one .

Don`t bother , master, to tell me what you know.

I know , master , I was never ment to blink an eye master ,

I never was to draw a strait line master .

Was I never the less , master , born to paint ?

I wish I were born , master , a composer , and maybe a unic one.

Bother to tell me , you master , tell me what I know .

Tell me I got out of line , master , and you are furius now.

You can`t stand it , master , to accept that I know .

But never mind , master , what I know and tell me .

Was I, never the less , master , born to compose ?

Hit the wide road , son . Fly out there .

Beat it like a single drum , son , hunging in the ear .

Speak your own mind , son . Get it out of your soul .

Shout it out understandable , Whisper it into the whole .

Mean your own heart, son . Let it out with a bung .

Don`t you show all you got , son . A part of it fills anybody`s cup.