Three More Hands

If I had just three more hands
I could be a one man band
Playing drums, guitar and bass
I could travel all over the place

As I traveled throughout the land
Playing music no one can stand
I would become more famous than
Anyone else with three more hands

The news trucks would follow around
Listening to the awful sound
And I would be on every show
Even Oprah would book me I know

I could travel place to place
Everyone now would know my face
And I would be a happy man
If I had just three more hands

I’d have one hand behind my back
Just as a joke when I beat you flat
I’d have two more on my head
To fluff my pillow when I’m in bed

Three hands will finally set me free
To be the best me I can be
And everyone would know my name
My life devoted to my fame

My hands will have Kung-Fu grip
Guitar picks and drum sticks will never slip
And the music I would write
Could only be played by me at night

With three more hands not just one or two
I might get noticed by you
But for now you’ll never know
Cause I just can’t get those hands to grow