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 monotony today?"

They got married as they should
And around the neighborhood
She was known as Mrs. Monotony

They were happy as could bе
And they raised a family
Six or sevеn little Monotonies

From another village came a snappy clarineter
She heard his playing, strange to say, she liked it better
'Twas the end of Mister Monotony
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