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, chills 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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An Pierlé Jupiter Lyrics
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