Lyrics:
French Horn

death around the corner, I see death around the corner I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner I see death around the corner All

? ... Oh. Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by a bassoon ... Three French horns play the part of ... uhm ... three French horns

against a dandelion tree Well, I cooked them feathers on the iron spit And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn And I beat me a Billy from an old French horn

here Well my pizza delivery guys, they all wear suits And all my musicians they play in the nude The lawyers wear nipple rings they kiss my ass And the French horn

' Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason Soon as you get your heart involved That's when I fall back love, au revoir So international, French

Ratio fa sho?, positive why I die I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Ho?s and toast Santa and Barbara at the Barbie Coast Most chicks licks black holes, French

Come on try, A little tenderness Same thing Makes you do wrong Makes you do right, yeah, yeah, baby baby, Come on Gimme some groove thing Groove thing Horns, horns

Romeo Ro Ro Romeo, Ro Ro Romeo Camera's on A whirlwind Of sex and watered down gin A competition of one's ambition Let's see who can bring the racks in We French

oil in a drum, double strong wrong Here comes the horn you call for Woman in a box with her head in her box Speaks French when spoken like a tourist French