Blow ye trumpet!
Blow yer horn
From sunset ‘til
Tomorrow morn’.
Bugle brightly
As if in labor
For I’m out of town
And I hate my neighbors!
Blow ye trumpet!
Blow yer horn
From sunset ‘til
Tomorrow morn’.
Bugle brightly
As if in labor
For I’m out of town
And I hate my neighbors!
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I heard some kids sing “Old McDonald”
Singing “With a moo moo here and a moo moo there,
“Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo.”
Then I turned on the radio
And heard a 41-year-old sing
“Who rules the world? Girls.
“Who rules the world? Girls.
“Who rules the world? Girls.
“Who rules the world? Girls.”
Children deserve more respect.
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A giant electric windmill met Sisyphus
And asked, “Do you like music, man?”
Sisyphus said, “Anything but rock and roll.”
The turbine said, “I’m a big metal fan.”
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Doowop, doowop.
Doowop bebop shadooby.
Wicky-wicky, chicka-chicka,
Doowoppa scooby dooby.
Boobop, baddop,
Badoppawop pizazz!
If you think this poem’s stupid
Then you REALLY must hate jazz.
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Today I played some rock and roll
‘Til ten o’clock at night,
Then when outside to watch a comet
In his fiery flight,
Drank some cool tap water
That soothed a tired throat
And pondered why the universe
Decided ducks should float.
Some of this was worldly
And some was wild and rough
And some was almost childish
But not nearly enough.
So when you watch the news and think
The world has gone to hell
I hope you play some rock and roll
‘Til ten o’clock as well.
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We survived a drowning island.
We endured the burning sand.
We outlasted freezing rain
And our cousin’s cover band.
We’ve outrun giant boulders
And a crazy nazi horde
But when the radio plays songs
By Taylor Swift… Oh Lord!
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A shiny new piano
Is a beauty to behold,
And music can bring life and warmth
Despite the rain and cold.
Every key and inch of wood
Brings harmony, dear reader…
Especially when dropped from the 60th floor
Onto the appropriate world leader.
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It patrols the oceans, breathing in and out
Horrible and jolly all at once.
Scientists see it and ponder about
Whether perhaps this is how the beast hunts?
Don’t underestimate musical cheer;
It’s bite is as fierce as its bark.
Yes, if you see it you’ll quiver in fear…
The majestic harmonica shark!
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The guys who, in the ‘90s,
Made the singing Big Mouth Bass
Will be long renowned by history
For redefining “urban class.”
Alas, they could have changed music
Had they thought ahead so far
As to make an instrument
They called the “bass guitar.”
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Sometime in the distant past
Somebody’s wife I suppose
Decided to hang a bunch of pipes
So whenever the wind blows
It makes the sound of a little kid
Assaulting a glockenspiel
And she sold these things for thirty bucks
And I don’t know how I feel…*
*That’s a lie. I love them. They are wonderful.