Mama, I got something to confess!

I crave the spotlight, the mess, the stress!

I wanna scream, I wanna shout,

Wanna throw my heart around—burn it out!

And no, it’s not a phase—okay, maybe it is?

But either way, I’m so committed to this!

Mama, I wanna be a drama—

Um, I mean… a drummer!

Bang the noise, shake the stage,

Drown out my emotional rage!

Yeah, I wanna be a drama—

Uh, I mean… drummer, drummer! (Totally.)

I tried to be quiet, I really did,

But silence is boring—so I flipped the lid!

I wanna smash, wanna break, wanna set things free,

Turn my existential crisis into a melody!

And no, it’s not a whim—okay, maybe it is?

But I swear I was born for this!

Mama, I wanna be a drama—

Um, I mean… a drummer!

Bang the noise, shake the stage,

Drown out my emotional rage!

Yeah, I wanna be a drama—

Uh, I mean… drummer, drummer! (I swear!)

So what if my heart’s offbeat?

So what if my rhythm’s weak?

I’ll still play it LOUD, play it WRONG,

Till my feelings turn into a song!

Mama, I don’t think you understand—

I need sticks in my hands, not a life plan!

I’ll crash, I’ll burn, I’ll steal the show,

And drum my way through the highs and lows!

Mama, I wanna be a drama—

Um, I mean… a drummer!

Bang the noise, shake the stage,

Drown out my emotional rage!

Yeah, I wanna be a drama—

Uh, I mean… drummer, drummer! (…Oops.)

I’ll drum till my heart explodes,

Till my sticks break and my voice erodes!

If I can’t BE the storm, I’ll play the sound!

If I’m too much, then TURN ME LOUD!

Just wanna be a drama—

(Drummer, damnit!)