I like the music When the junkman finds a blues stick And shabops-it On the tops-it Of the garbage cans. But Grandma says the symphony's the place to be. The little girl doesn't want to go -- she likes the music in the street. Then she finds out Grandma's not taking her to an ordinary concert; it's an outside concert, at night, in the park And there's a special surprise waiting for her that would make anyone like the music.