Wolf Notes
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โฑ๏ธ 4:52 duration
๐ ID: 15956183
๐ Lyrics
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.
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.55] Pick up your trumpet,
[00:22.29] your plastic pretend trumpet:
[00:26.92] blow me your horn today
[00:31.06] Pick up your tambourine,
[00:33.97] your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:
[00:38.55] jingle and jangle today.
[00:42.06] Plug in your keyboard,
[00:45.20] your symphonic sound samba Samsung:
[00:49.47] pick out a tune today.
[00:54.03] Turn off your radio
[00:57.70] shut away your stereo
[01:02.07] put away your discman
[01:06.85] and play me a tune today:
[01:07.82] I rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.
[01:13.10] scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.
[01:19.55] I did a donkey's back with fixed frog
[01:25.61] and I martellato the slur.
[01:32.67] Through an open wound you watch the guts go,
[01:38.71] cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.
[01:44.66] All overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:
[01:51.48] She varnished all around her F-holes;
[01:57.19] blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.
[02:03.27] Legato look and sawing detache:
[02:09.81] but you want to bust your bow.
[02:16.03] Bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.
[02:22.41] Madame Professor says Well done.
[02:28.71] But an electric stroboscopic frequency meter'd say otherwise.
[02:59.08] I scratch harmonicas in half-position;
[03:06.20] I pinch my e-string rat-a-tat;
[03:12.65] I double stop on any open string;
[03:18.85] screw my G on up to B-flat.
[03:25.65]
[00:22.29] your plastic pretend trumpet:
[00:26.92] blow me your horn today
[00:31.06] Pick up your tambourine,
[00:33.97] your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:
[00:38.55] jingle and jangle today.
[00:42.06] Plug in your keyboard,
[00:45.20] your symphonic sound samba Samsung:
[00:49.47] pick out a tune today.
[00:54.03] Turn off your radio
[00:57.70] shut away your stereo
[01:02.07] put away your discman
[01:06.85] and play me a tune today:
[01:07.82] I rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.
[01:13.10] scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.
[01:19.55] I did a donkey's back with fixed frog
[01:25.61] and I martellato the slur.
[01:32.67] Through an open wound you watch the guts go,
[01:38.71] cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.
[01:44.66] All overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:
[01:51.48] She varnished all around her F-holes;
[01:57.19] blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.
[02:03.27] Legato look and sawing detache:
[02:09.81] but you want to bust your bow.
[02:16.03] Bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.
[02:22.41] Madame Professor says Well done.
[02:28.71] But an electric stroboscopic frequency meter'd say otherwise.
[02:59.08] I scratch harmonicas in half-position;
[03:06.20] I pinch my e-string rat-a-tat;
[03:12.65] I double stop on any open string;
[03:18.85] screw my G on up to B-flat.
[03:25.65]