Kazoo Funk Orchestra One Singer One Song
[spoken] the human voice can produce a range of varying
octaves
you breathe from your chest and not from your tummy
a singer cannot hum if another holds his nose
and always remember
one singer, one song
one singer, one song
one singer, one song
one singer, one song
cost of the sauce that I pour on your belly
underwear in the air, turning up the telly
with the ironballs, smoking stalls, overalls and
fashion
prank calls, shopping malls, keys to your passion
I look to my left, push my hips to the left
push out my chest and take a deep breath
thoughts become compressed, scientifically impressed
time to digest, naked AKA undressed
lost in the frost that my brother came across
a fire hazard causing grief, swimming in the dross
pieces of, pieces of, pieces of life
look at your soul it's been cut by my knife
if I want an answer I'll tell it first
questions keep on asking till the big man bursts
open up the vegetables, throw out some love
edible edibles, eating all the good stuff
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
it's a bit dark to be walking in the park
gotta hold my head up high, keep an eye out for the
shark
with a fast cash, dash fast, coming up for half past
slow pash, mish mash, never mind the puff pass
I look to my right, I push my hips to my right
have a mad sesh and squeeze it really tight
if there's nothing to be said, you'll be talking
through the night
like a half-assed porcupine, I'll slap you with my
spikes
one singer, one song
one singer, one song
one singer, one song
one singer, one song
