The Piccolo Song |
| Now life was quiet and serene for little Lucy Brown, |
| Until that day in May her eighteenth birthday came around. |
| Her pa said, "Guess what I have got you," she said, "I don't know." |
| He said, "I've been and bought you a brand new piccolo." |
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| And it goes... |
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| She said, "It's what I've always wanted, now I'll learn to play, |
| I'll practice in the attic when I come home each day. |
| No more pubs and coffee bars, I promise I'll be good, |
| I'll be the only virtuoso in the neighbourhood." |
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| And I'll go... |
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| Lucy got so expert that she joined a ladies' band, |
| And off they went on tour to play in a far, far distant land. |
| They played before a native king and their music knocked him cold, |
| And to his slaves he cried, "Fill all their instruments with gold." |
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| The girl who played upon the bass said, "Ain't I lucky chum?" |
| And sheer delight spread o'er the face of the girl who played the drum. |
| But life if full of heartache, and life is full of woe, |
| And life is very hard for a girl who plays a piccolo. |
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| And goes... |
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| Later they were summoned to play before the prince, |
| But he had no ear for music and their playing made him wince. |
| He hollered, "Sieze them!" and before the girls could grab their coats, |
| He shouted, "Get their instruments and shove 'em down their throats!" |
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| The girls who played the bass and drum, they quickly said, "Oh no! |
| Instruments as large as ours really just won't go." |
| But life is full of heartache, and life is full of woe, |
| And life is very sad for a girl who plays the piccolo. |
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| And goes... |
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| Lucy now exhibits in a side show at the fair, |
| 'Cause every time that she breathes out she plays a lively air. |
| And people come from miles around to crowd into the tent, |
| And watch poor Lucy jiving to her own accompanyment. |
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