When Tony's home right after school,
Piano playing's all he does.
Then on and on it's “Little Hans”
And he'd ask me: “How it was?”
When he doesn't push it very hard,
Sounds pretty good indeed.
I'd say: “Quite cool”
And urge him to proceed.
Them all can't play like Mozart did,
As great as him they all can't be.
And very often “Little Hans”
Is best of them sweet melodies.
Not everyone can be a star,
Remember all of us start small.
Them all can't be like Mozart was
And there's nothing we can do.
Them all can't be like Mozart was
And your piano, it knows it too.
If someone says: “You'll never learn,
He plays better than you do.”
Do not give up and go on,
Let your piano play its song.
Loving what you do is all that matters,
Be yourself and have your say.
And tell them all:
“I love it this way!”
Them all can't play like Mozart did,
As great as him they all can't be.
And very often “Little Hans”
Is best of them sweet melodies.
Not everyone can be a star,
Remember all of us start small.
Them all can't be like Mozart was
And there's nothing we can do.
Them all can't be like Mozart was
And your piano, it knows it too.
Them all can't play like Mozart did,
As great as him they all can't be.
And very often “Little Hans”
Is best of them sweet melodies.
Not everyone can be a star,
Remember all of us start small.
Them all can't be like Mozart was
And there's nothing we can do.
Them all can't be like Mozart was
And your piano, it knows it too.
Your grand piano, it knows it too!