Pick Up Your Trumpet,
Your Plastic Pretend Trumpet:
Blow Me Your Horn Today
Pick Up Your Tambourine,
Your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:
Jingle And Jangle Today.
Plug In Your Keyboard,
Your Symphonic Sound Samba Samsung:
Pick Out A Tune Today.
Turn Off Your Radio
Shut Away Your Stereo
Put Away Your Discman
And Play Me A Tune Today:
I Rub The Peg-paste And The Chalk In.
Scrape And The Wolf-notes Start To Grrr.
I Did A Donkey's Back With Fixed Frog
And I Martellato The Slur.
Through An Open Wound You Watch The Guts Go,
Cut Cross The Cat Line, Thick And Thin.
All Overspun And Resigned-up A Slow Stick Trills Me, Trills Me:
She Varnished All Around Her F-holes;
Blue Tape Take Aim, But The Arms Are Too Low.
Legato Look And Sawing Detache:
But You Want To Bust Your Bow.
Bow Down And Wipe Off, Snap The Case Closed.
Madame Professor Says Well Done.
But An Electric Stroboscopic Frequency Meter'd Say Otherwise.
I Scratch Harmonicas In Half-position;
I Pinch My E-string Rat-a-tat;
I Double Stop On Any Open String;
Screw My G On Up To B-flat.
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