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 She was known as Mrs Monotony They were happy as could be And they raised a family Six or seven little Monotonies
From another village came a snappy clarinetter She heard him play and strange to say she liked him better That was the end of Mr Monotony
Oh, she refused him when he tried Bringing her back to his side She just answered when he cried: “Have you got any Monotony today?” “Have you got any Monotony today?” “Have you got any Monotony today?”
Bye, bye, Mr Monotony
Mr Monotony, Is that you? Hey, Mr Monotony…
Oh, this playing is wonderful! Oh, Mr Monotony, I come back to you any time.
Mr Monotony, don’t go away Surely I didn’t really mean it! Oh, Mr Monotony, I need you back ….