SIR BASE NO FACE

I got knighted, then I had a famous title,

For singing base at the Kings great, grand recital,

The king liked my base,

But, couldn't look at my face,

To be knighted, a pretty face is not vital.

MUSIC IS MAKING ME SKINNY

The night is full of noisy loons,

Some play drums, the others, bassoons,

But, I heaved my crumpets,

When I heard the trumpets,

Their encore, lost me my macaroons. 

BARRY HAD AN OCTOPUS

Barry had an octopus, he kept out in his ditch,

Every Sunday the puss would sing, it had near perfect pitch,

The puss sang in church choir,

Only two octaves higher,

The octopus was a pretty thing, and married Rev. Mitch.

MY SWEATY CORNET

It seemed like for my old cornet, all the notes did melt,

For steaming hot was parade day, and that my cornet felt,

My lips got drip, dry parched, 

The notes got damaged as we marched,

When the parade was finally done, I had a root beer belt.

GARGOYLES GOT TALENT

I followed some tire marks in the sand,

They led to a gargoyle band,

The one named Sweet Hilda,

Sang Waltzing Matilda,

While the others laid back and got tanned.

CRAWDAD GOT TALENT

I bought a fish tank for my pet crawdad, Mr. Bay Jay,

Mr. Bay Jay was happy, and in his tank he would play,

He had a toy flute,

And he played it, so quite,

Sometimes he'd stare at me, but that was ok. 

I LOST MONEY BETTING ON HORSES, NOW I SERVE THEM AT MY PLACE OF EATS

I cook delicious food while listening to music in c minor,

That's why I call my restaurant "The C Minor Diner",

I use to listen to D Major,

Bet on horseys, lost big wager,

I changed my music and my job, because my mate was a major whiner.

THE TURTLE FOOT FALSETTO

Billy had turtle feet,

He couldn't dance to a beat,

German opera he could sing,

A falsetto voice, he'd make ring,

Provided Billy had plenty to eat. 

COOLING BANJOS

They played so fast their brand new banjos caught on fire,

The fire was so very hot it melted every wire,

Now the banjos must cool down,

So in the lake, they got a drown,

Moral: Banjos just get too hot, playing songs of love and desire.

The Little Tit Did Mozart's Magic

The little tit had it's toot,

Chirping out The Magic Flute,

It did not depart

From original Mozart,

But the owl didn't give a hoot.

TING ME A SONG WITH YOUR TONG, JEFFY

Jeffy Jerry cannot sing,

But man, that guy can really ting,

He tings his songs

With copper tongs,

And that is just his thing.

THE TONE OF THE TOOTER

My tooter tooted a terrible tone,
The audience responded by giving my tooter the stone,
They showed what they meant,
With every stone made deep dent,
My tooter's tone I'm needing to hone.

Like A Trumpet Out Of Tune, Summer Starts In The Month Of June

Summer starts in the month of June,

Not aligned with the full moon,

Somehow that seems quite out of tune,

Like when Jen plays trumpet, after lunch at noon,

It's just hard to breath, after filling your belly so soon.

DONNY FINGERED WRONG HIS TROMBONE, NOW HE PLAYS ALL ALONE

Donny got so excited yanking his trombone,

That he broke his finger bone,

Now he's so sad,

Because he now plays so bad,

He was fired from the band for his musical tone.

THE ITSY BITSY SONG REVISED

An itsy bitsy glider flew up my brother's snout,

He blew his nose real hard but, the glider wouldn't come out,

My brother then snorted up some pepper and blew out the glider and half his brains,

Then, the itzy, bitzy glider flew up his snout again. 

MY WHISKERS AND THE FLUTE TOOT

I got all dressed up in my finest suit,

I played all night on my piccolo flute,

Then it got very scary,

Because my face was so hairy,

My whiskers flopped flat my last toot. 

I SCARE MY DOG WITH AIDA BY VERDI LIMERICK

My dog has become quite the scaredy,
He hides when I play Aida by Verdi,
As the trumpet march solo begins,
My dog's on needles and pins,
Then I step to an opera march parody. 

NO ONE PLAYED THE BARITONE

No one played the baritone,

Quite as well as old Tyrone,

He played so melodic,

That the girls danced exotic,

In the street in a "No Parking Zone,"

LIVE AT THE COUNTRY OF THE BLIND BAR, GRILL & TAKE-OUT

I went to the "Country of the Blind," where the one-eyed man, he sings,

But, he didn't sing for nothing and you had to pay with blings,

So, all my golden jewelry including my piercings and my rings,

I gladly turned it over and the one-eyed man sings things,

The one eyed-man sings country western  while on tiny bells he dings,

Lastly, the one -eyed man walked off stage, and on his bag of gold, he clings.

 

I WAIL ON MY HORN WHEN, I LOSE MY CORN

Fall is here to freeze my corn,

I wish that fall was never born,

My last rose has died away,

I won't see  flowers until mid-May,

I be all tear drops forlorn,

I guess I'll wail on my English horn.