Stravinsky's Only Hit - Sparks

Stravinsky’s only hit

He toned it down a bit

He didn’t write the words, that was my job

He hated minor thirds

Thought them too absurd

I recommended them to make the girls sob

Adulation, how he loved it

All that action, Igor was digging it and

Party, party, rum and women

Party, party, a long way from Rite O' Spring

Stravinsky’s only smash

He didn’t need the cash

Gave it all away, he was selfless

NAACP, many charities

Royalties to help all the homeless

Still more action, careful Igor

All that action, don’t overdo it, pal, and

Party, party, take it easy

Party, party, 2 girls and now he’s on the

Dance floor, Igor, he could move like a pro

Dance floor, Igor, how Stravinsky could go

Slightly tipsy, but it gave him some charm

Slipped and fell but, didn’t see any harm

Stravinsky’s only hit

He toned it down a bit

He didn’t write the words that was my job

A chorus and a verse

He seemed to be adverse

I recommended them to make the hearts throb

Grammy winner as expected

Now Stravinsky shuns all the party people

Second thoughts and deep misgivings

Reputation, how can you blame him as the

Bitterness crept in

Got the best of him

Felt he had let down

Art-impassioned folk

Laid off all the coke

Wasn’t quite as fun

Stravinsky’s only hit

Hasn’t aged a bit

Seems as timely now, as you’ll hear now

La ha ha, sing so

La ha ha, sing so

La ha ha, sing so

La ha ha, sing so

On his resume

With his great ballets

Firebird et al

They don’t list his hit

Guess it doesn’t fit

Heard it at the mall

I don’t see it as an object of shame

Brave of Igor to have entered the game

All he misses is a midnight massage

Platinum record, probably in his garage

La ha ha, sing so

La ha ha, sing so

La ha ha, sing so

La ha ha, sing so