Rachmaninoff Parody

The first time I tried to learn your piece
I nearly passed out
The page was swarming big black notes like beetles in a draught
My teacher said "Rachmaninoff? My god! He's the best!"
So I tried to read the measures
And I prayed she'd give it a rest
Rachmaninoff, Rachmaninoff, teach me please
I wanna see the master play those zebra-colored keys
I wanna see you pound it out
Wanna hear you scream
It's not often you see an artist
With hands like stretch limousines
After practicing that day I lay down for a nap
I dreamed I was in Carnegie Hall
And I began to clap
Cause once you started playing I felt a tremble in my knees
I could practically see lightning bolts flashing from the keys
Rachmaninoff, Rachmaninoff, show me please
I wanna see the master play those zebra-colored keys
You seem a little angry there
I think you need a shrink
But then there'd be no preludes
That move so fast that I can't blink
It's like your music is the storm
Crashing through my head
I can see the colors in the chords
Like black and blood red
My mom would rather listen to some ordinary Bach
But it's not like he's the one who started 1980's rock
Rachmaninoff, Rachmaninoff, kiss me please
I wanna see the master play those zebra-colored keys
The critics called it garbage
But I think that's a little mean
Cause you're the heavy metal grunge of 1917