Ain't got no fashion sensibility Don't know the first thing 'bout reality TV But I can still remember when I heard first heard Aretha sing Everybody's got their something but music is my thing From the broken heart of Marvin to the soul of Uncle Ray Stevie wonderful the sunshine of my day Hear the ghost of Freddie when I feel like giving in Cry hallelujah when Aretha sings Music is my thing Lost in conversations of philosophy Clueless on the wheres and whys of ancient history Last one to the party for new technology Everybody's got their something but music, music is my thing From the holy house of Hendrix to the blues of Lady Day Joni longing for those California Rays Less-ed are the Beatles in the valley of the Kings Cry hallelujah when Aretha sings Music is my thing Like Sunshine, Sunshine It turns the darkness golden When the sky is torn And every song is one more open door