Playin' on his slide-trombone
In a certain monotone
He was known as Mr. Monotony.
Any pleasant interlude
That would mean a change of mood
Didn't go with Mr. Monotony.
Sometimes he would change the key,
But the same dull melody
Would emerge from Mr. Monotony.
Folks for miles would run away,
Only one preferred to stay.
She would come around and say:
"Have you got any monotony today?"
They got married as they should
And around the neighbourhood