Jingle
Jingle!
She has a bracelet on Hear it?
Jingle!
When she tells her friend how concert-hip she is it
Jingles!
Quaking little cupids. trolls and other creatures come together
and they
Jingle!
On the brighter side, she's taking off her hat,
but when she does it's tutti-forte
JINGLE!
I'm betting at the softest point of Weber's overture she'll
consult her program and it will
Jingle!
Oh, damn!
Jingle!
It's in my ears in my head like Robert Schumann
Jingle!
Get a grip The concertmaster has come on takes a bow
looks to see who makes a
Jingle!
The oboe sounds an A
Jingle!
The winds begin to tune
Jingle!
The brass have heard her song and laugh
Jingle!
Horns trumpets trombones give a mighty blast!
Jingle!
And here come the strings all 62 pull there bows
but still can hear that
Jingle!
Now at last her tintinnabulation's lost in thunderous
applause Maestro has come on
(Jingle)
I do believe he knows the lass
Jingle!
He throws to her a little bow a kiss
Jingle! Jingle! Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2008
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