Brian Rogers - Bobo and Xiaoming (The Badminton Song) Lyrics

Xiaoming takes him to the show
But, sometimes, Bobo doesn't want to go
Let there be rain or let there be snow
Bobo dreams of being a pro
He grabs his racquet and swings it in the air
And hits the birdie like he doesn't even care
In his mind, he's already there
He's a pro playing in Times Square
Badminton, badminton, what do you say
Will he grab his racquet and play today
There's not a lot of money but that's okay
His Mommy and Daddy try and look the other way
I an Bobo, that is my name
I play badminton, that is my game
Going to sneak out to play with my friends
If I get caught, well, that'll be my end
I sneak through the bedroom door
I hear my father snore
Then I hear an awful roar
I am your father; get in your room
And don't come out until the afternoon
You got to get dressed, we're leaving soon
Xiaoming takes him to the show
Bobo's got no choice, he's got to go
No more badminton, he's feeling low
But that's okay, wait until tomorrow