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 prefer'd to stay

She would come around and say

"Have you got any monotony today?"



They got married as they should and around the neighborhood

She was known as Missus Monotony

They were happy as can be and they raised a family

Six or seven little monotonies



From another village came a snappy clarineter

She heard him play and strange to say she liked him better

'Twas the end of Mister Monotony



She refused him when he tried

Bringing her back to his side

She just answered when he cried

"Have you got any monotony today?"

"Haven't got any monotony today

Can't play

Today

Haven't got any monotony today"