Zachary Hill - Band Locker (Remastered) lyrics
[Zachary Hill - Band Locker Remastered lyrics]
Open up my locker: Number two-thirty
Open up my clarinet, it isn’t even dirty
Open up the other locker: three-eleven
This song is fire (Like 9/11)
Open up my locker: Number two-forty-five
To my find valve oil on my french fries
With no surprise it has caught my eyes
Did my combo and I didn’t even try
Bippity-boppity boo! Twelve, two, thirty-two
Opening up my locker, to find ranch and fries
Playing an E and even a C
Maybe a D but never a G
My clarinet is wet i’m fed up with it
Go to my locker to play my trumpet
Playing an E even a C
Maybe a D but never a G
Motherfucker!