French Horn Litigation

I love tuba
I think a song for you
I drink over Mondays

Einstein was lonely
I’ll like you always
I dream of always wishing for groovy things

Faced down and naked
I order you pearls
Emotion is running high
The time is a wasted thing
Oh, my throat is dry

Don’t you let it out
Don’t you sing about a thing

I love a tango
I faded away
I find it all too clean anyway

No way will you ever know
No way will you cover the spread
No way will you mention
When you’re bound and thrown

Carol, will you do me favor?
Carol, we will truly rise
Count on me to dream myself awake
Carol, will you do me favor?
Carol, we will truly rise
Count on me to dream myself awake
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no