My Own Music John Clay III, Angel Sigala & Original Broadway Cast of New York, New York

[JESSE, spoken]
I'm gonna walk onto that band-stand with my Selmer B-Flat bell-trumpet, just like Louis Armstrong! And when people hear me blow, they're gonna start dancin'! Ha-ha! I'm gonna show all those people who said "I was a nobody in that chaise" or "nobody in the army" or "nobody in the kitchen", that I am somebody!

(sung)
I hear my own, music
I sing the worst to my own song
And if someone don't like it
Or somebody thinks that's wrong
Well, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do

I draw my own pictures
I see the world through my own eyes
And if someone don't buy it
Or just wants to criticize
Well, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do

Nobody knows what's going on in my soul
Or what's going on inside my brain
Nobody knows just where I've been or where I'm going
So just listen to me now and I'll try to explain

I play my own, solo
My fingers know where the song goes
And when the music's swinin'
And all the world starts singin'
And something that was only inside of me grows
Well, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do