Sunset Rubdown Trumpet Trumpet Toot! Toot!
We gotta memorize our lines, and Brother Thespian we'll
be fine
You gotta refine your breath and beats with a
graduation pen—use mine.
Stage left, enter Maggie looking hurried, she has a
parcel in her arms
Were you the leopard, or the virgin, or the child in
the grown man's beard all out of place and hanging off
his face by the time the audience cheers?
And you were feeling pretty cocky on the day you became
an actor.
I know the thing I shouldn't say, so I’ll leave it at
this: I hope you get what you're after.
And if when you're out you see the hundredth house fall
from the sky
Another stick-flat thing in the ground.
Say a heartfelt prayer for your safe arrival
I'd like to think the actors never banded.
I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go empty-
handed.
Part of the virgin has been taken,
So let me throw this trumpet down and go empty handed,
oh.
If you're the virgin, then I'm the stand-in.
And I'd like to think the actors never banded
And I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go empty-
handed.
And I'd like to think the actors never abandon
And I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go empty-
handed.
