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.