Letras
Playing on his slide trombone
In a certain monotone
He was known as Mister Monotony
Any pleasant interlude
That would mean a change of mood
Didn't go with Mister Monotony
Sometimes he would change the key
But the same dull melody
Would emerge from Mister 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 were married but we find
That she quickly changed her mind
She grew tired of Mister Monotony
'Round her neighbors it was known
While he played on his trombone
Someone played with Missus Monotony
From one of the villas came a snappy clarineter
She heard him play and right away she liked him better
'Twas the end of Mister Monotony
There's no quarrel to my song
Trombone players don't last long
And it's right to do them wrong
When they've only got monotony to play
It's not any monotony that's gay
Don't stay, just say
"Haven't got any monotony today"