Wolf Notes
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โฑ๏ธ 4:50 duration
๐ ID: 9992694
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
[00:20.47] Pick up your trumpet
[00:22.29] your plastic pretend trumpet:
[00:27.78] blow me your horn today
[00:31.42] Pick up your tambourine
[00:34.12] your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:
[00:38.78] jingle and jangle today.
[00:42.38] Plug in your keyboard
[00:45.10] your symphonic sound samba Samsung:
[00:52.00] pick out a tune today.
[00:57.56] Turn off your radio
[01:01.23] shut away your stereo
[01:04.86] put away your discman
[01:08.52] and play me a tune today:
[01:09.46] I rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.
[01:16.35] scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.
[01:22.78] I did a donkey's back with fixed frog
[01:30.07] and I martellato the slur.
[01:35.46] Through an open wound you watch the guts go
[01:41.97] cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.
[01:48.36] All overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:
[01:54.02] She varnished all around her F-holes
[02:01.21] blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.
[02:06.65] Legato look and sawing detache:
[02:13.95] but you want to bust your bow.
[02:19.08] Bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.
[02:25.96] Madame Professor says Well done.
[02:32.39] But an electric stroboscopic frequency meter'd say otherwise.
[03:08.72] I scratch harmonicas in half-position
[03:14.48] I pinch my e-string rat-a-tat
[03:21.33] I double stop on any open string
[03:28.78] screw my G on up to B-flat.
[03:32.35]
[00:22.29] your plastic pretend trumpet:
[00:27.78] blow me your horn today
[00:31.42] Pick up your tambourine
[00:34.12] your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:
[00:38.78] jingle and jangle today.
[00:42.38] Plug in your keyboard
[00:45.10] your symphonic sound samba Samsung:
[00:52.00] pick out a tune today.
[00:57.56] Turn off your radio
[01:01.23] shut away your stereo
[01:04.86] put away your discman
[01:08.52] and play me a tune today:
[01:09.46] I rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.
[01:16.35] scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.
[01:22.78] I did a donkey's back with fixed frog
[01:30.07] and I martellato the slur.
[01:35.46] Through an open wound you watch the guts go
[01:41.97] cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.
[01:48.36] All overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:
[01:54.02] She varnished all around her F-holes
[02:01.21] blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.
[02:06.65] Legato look and sawing detache:
[02:13.95] but you want to bust your bow.
[02:19.08] Bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.
[02:25.96] Madame Professor says Well done.
[02:32.39] But an electric stroboscopic frequency meter'd say otherwise.
[03:08.72] I scratch harmonicas in half-position
[03:14.48] I pinch my e-string rat-a-tat
[03:21.33] I double stop on any open string
[03:28.78] screw my G on up to B-flat.
[03:32.35]