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