Trumpet, Trumpet, Toot! Toot!
We gotta memorize our lines
And Brother Thespian we'll be fine
Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You gotta refine your breath and beats
With a graduation pen, use mine
Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Stage left, enter Maggie looking hurried
She has a parcel in her arms
Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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 panic
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 banded
And I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go empty-handed
Go, "la, la, la, la, la"
You go, "la, la, la, la, la"
"La, la, la, la, la"
Go, "la, la, la, la, la"
Writer/s: Camilla Wynne Ingr, Jordan Cramer, Michael Emery Doerksen, Spencer Krug
