| Playin' on his slide-trombone
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| In a certain monotone
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| He was known as Mr. Monotony
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| Any pleasant interlude
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| That would mean a change of mood
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| Didn’t go with Mr. Monotony
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| Sometimes he would change the key
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| But the same dull melody
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| Would emerge from Mr. Monotony
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| Folks for miles would run away
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| Only one preferred to stay
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| She would come around and say:
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| «Have you got any monotony today?»
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| They got married as they should
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| And around the neighbourhood
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| She was known as Mrs. Monotony
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| They were happy as could be
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| And they raised a family
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| Six or seven little Monotonies
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| From another village came a snappy clarinetter
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| She heard him play and strange to say she liked him better
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| That was the end of Mr. Monotony
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| Oh, she refused him when he tried
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| Bringing her back to his side
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| She just answered when he cried:
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| «Have you got any monotony today?»
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| «Have you got any monotony today?»
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| «Have you got any monotony today?»
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| Bye, bye, Mr. Monotony
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| Mr. Monotony
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| Is that you?
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| Hey, Mr. Monotony ???
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| Oh, this playing is wonderful!
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| Oh, Mr. Monotony, I come back to you any time
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| Mr. Monotony, don’t go away
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| Surely I didn’t really mean it
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| Oh, Mr. Monotony, I need you back … |