Copyright. 1894, by Spaulding A Gray.
Words and Music by Frank Addis Kent.
I'll sing of a great musician, who plays in a big brass band,
He blows on a silver cornet, and trills with a master hand;
His runs on the grand piano are ever a source of bliss,
And when he rehearses it sounds like this:
"There goes Casey." "After the ball is over,"
"My sweetheart's the man in the moon!"
"And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down," and
He plays all of Sousa's marches, on Wagner he loves to dwell,
He studies the latest operas, and renders the music well;
At times he will start to whistle, and sing all the times he knows,
It's funny to hear him, this way he goes:- Chorus.
I think he is going crazy, on music and instruments,
His fam'ly is getting worried, they say he has lost all sense;
He plays from the morn 'till ev'ning, and sometimes his meals he'll miss,
he won't cease from playing, his tune's like this:- Chorus.