Final verse:
On my LAST stupid gig, the oboist said to me…
PULL OUT YOUR GOSH DARN FREAKING SLIDE, YOU’RE FREAKING SHARP!!!
Take that up a tritone,
You missed the sound check!
What note do we tune to?
Where is your sound shield?
I cut that solo,
Did you bring a stand?
Pleeeeeeeeease, help tear down!
Can I use your straight mute?
Don’t point that at me,
I’ll take the solos,
And thank you for playing for free!(The oboe thing is a true story…edited for language, of course!)
