Some funny folks like to shoot off rockets
Others like to pick your pockets
Some of them kill when they feel the earth
Others go in for perjury

I, too, have a passion which I can't understand.
It comes out when I hear a band

I like to recognize the tune
I like to savvy what the band is playing.
I keep saying, must you bury the tune

I got to know the answer soon
Is it a cat meowing in the attic
Is it static
Must you bury the tune

A guy named Buddy plays the drums like thunder,
But the melody is six feet under

There isn't anyone immune
They kill Billy Roses and Buttinis
Don't be meanies
Must you bury the tune

I like to recognize the tune
So many crazy sounds around the new list

"Where's the melody"

I never recognize the tune
Whenever guys are playing but the coolest

A guy named Buddy plays the drums like thunder,
But the melody is six feet under

There isn't anyone immune
They kill Billy Roses and Buchinis
Don't be meanies
Must you bury the tune

I'd gie a million if I could hear
One melody that's free and clear
Why must you bury the tune

The tune
The tune
The tune
The tune
The tune
The tune

The tune.
