Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Did I Step on Your Trumpet, artist - Danielson. Date of issue: 08.05.2006
Song language: English
Did I Step on Your Trumpet |
| Did I step on your trumpet |
| Or did I lump |
| Lump them in with you? |
| (Did he step on your trumpet |
| Or did he lump?) |
| I put your name on the ballot |
| 'Cause you should run |
| Though you don’t want to |
| (He put your name on the ballot |
| Thought you should run) |
| I been called the wet blanket |
| By cranks who I outrank |
| With no thanks |
| Who do not have a clue |
| Yes, I know how to be quiet |
| Just one more thing |
| I made you something |
| (He thinks he knows how to be quiet |
| Made you something) |
| I wrote for you a lovely sonnet |
| 'Bout two great friends |
| Yours truly and you |
| We’ll grant just one social skill |
| Share a gesture of good will |
| How |
| I try |
| To relate |
| With |
| My shipmates |
| Then I just start blurting out the first thing my mind |
| How’m I looking in your frilly bonnet |
| With a diamond on it? |
| I guess I better go |
| (How's he looking in your frilly bonnet |
| With a diamond on it?) |
| I’m a people magnet |
| When I wear your jacket |
| Good luck getting this |
| Pleasing people |
| Is so predictable |
| We love you now |
| Then stab you how many |
| Times I obsess |
| And am making a mess |
| Failing to impress you |
| In all that I can’t do |
| Would you take care of my pet parrot |
| And feed him, please? |
| He speaks less than me |
| (Would you take care of his pet parrot |
| And kill him, please?) |
| You speak so much about my casket |
| My body basket |
| Did I do something wrong? |
| (You speak so much about his casket |
| His body basket) |
| We’ll grant one more social clue |
| The landfill shall be home to you |
| All my ships |
| Sailing relations |
| Have finally found |
| Who I am made out to be |
| Bein' free |
| Of |
| Pleasing people |
| Is so predictable |
| We love you now |
| Then stab you how many |
| Times I obsess |
| And am making a mess |
| Failing to impress you |
| In all that I can’t |
| Be just who you’re made to be |
| Papa is so mighty please with thee |