Your lips are moving
I know there must be sound coming out
But I wouldn’t hear you
Even if you were to shout
You lost me by the second sentence Now all I hear is a wah wah trombone Like Charlie Brown’s teacher
You’re boring me to the bone
Instructions of the utmost importance
Might be passing through your lips
But I’d never know
Though I look attentive with hands upon hips
Don’t let it worry you though
I swear it’s not you it’s me
Your scintillating words
Just seem a terrible drudgery
Oh I’ll come back around
You just carry right on
Before you get to the end
I’ll tune your sound back on
Though I confess
You’ll probably find out
As the first question from me
Will declare what I did with a shout
Then if you feel it was important enough
You’ll start again at the beginning Where once again I’ll tune you out
It’s a song I just can’t stop singing
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