Raving to the beat in my head

It's going haywire

I'll make it rain on my own parade

Don't need your satire

Tooting away on my own horn

Orchestra of me

Not hesitant of making a scene

It's almost guaranteed

I tried skipping to your beat

But I'm more a fool

The cymbals I've been crashing now

Make me look my own cool

I crashed the party consuming my head

It was overflowing

If three's a crowd, four's a blessing

Me, myself, I, and moi aren't slowing

And thanks for the offering

I will speak for myself this time

Hey, don't ring on my bell

I can make it chime