| My brother makes the noises for the talkies,
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| There’s not a single noise that he can’t do:
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| If you’ve forgotten what a parrot’s squawk is —
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| Our Rod can demonstrate that noise for you.
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| He does the steam escaping from liners leaving dock;
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| He’ll fake a razor scraping or else a cuckoo clock.
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| My brother makes the noises for the talkies,
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| There’s not a single noise that he can’t do.
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| This is what I hear when I’m in bed —
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| A bang, a rattle, like thunder overhead,
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| The cat’s miaow, and dog’s bow-wow,
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| The only sleep I’ll get is when I’m dead.
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| A shot goes crack: a gale starts blowing,
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| A duck goes quack, a cock starts crowing.
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| You might think I’m kidding you,
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| But what I say is true —
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| Just listen; |
| I’ll explain to you.
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| My brother makes the noises for the talkies,
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| There’s not a single noise that he can’t do:
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| I’m really not quite certain what a stork is —
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| But if it makes a noise, then Rod does too.
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| He makes the noise that steers make
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| When cowboys make a swoop:
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| He makes the noise that beards make
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| When used for straining soup.
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| My brother makes the noises for the talkies,
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| There’s not a single noise that he can’t do.
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| My brother can make any noise you wish:
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| Like two sealions shouting out for fish.
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| A horse’s neigh, a donkey’s bray,
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| He’s even got a noise for Lilian Gish.
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| The only time he made a bungle
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| Was when a tiger in the jungle
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| With mighty roar dropped dead
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| With bullets in its head
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| And Rod moo’d like a cow instead.
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| My brother makes the noises for the talkies,
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| There’s not a single noise that he can’t do:
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| You’ll know exactly what a popping cork is —
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| For Rod can pop a pretty cork for you.
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| He’ll imitate a setter, a pheasant or a grouse —
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| But what is even better is his noise for Mickey Mouse.
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| My brother makes the noises for the talkies,
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| There’s not a single noise that he can’t do. |