Mr. Monotony
Playin' on his slide-trombonein a certain monotonehe was known as Mr. Monotony.Any pleasant interludethat would mean a change of mooddidn't go with Mr. Monotony.Sometimes he would change the key,but the same dull melodywould emerge from Mr. Monotony.
Folks for miles would run away,only one preferred to stay.She would come around and say:"Have you got any monotony today?"
They got married as they shouldand around the neighbourhoodshe was known as Mrs. Monotony.they were happy as could beand they raised a family,six or seven little Monotonies.
From another village came a snappy clarinetter.she heard him play and strange to say she liked him better.That was the end of Mr. Monotony.
Oh, she refused him when he tried,bringing her back to his side.She just answered when he cried:"Have you got any monotony today?""Have you got any monotony today?""Have you got any monotony today?"
Bye, bye, Mr. Monotony.
Mr. Monotony,is that you?Hey, Mr. Monotony ...?
Oh, this playing is wonderful!Oh, Mr. Monotony, I come back to you any time.
Mr. Monotony, don't go away,surely I didn't really mean it.Oh, Mr. Monotony, I need you back ....