Zachary Hill - Band Locker lyrics

This is a song about me
And my friends’ band lockers
This song is just made
For entertainment purposes

Open up my locker: Number two-thirty
Open up my clarinet, it isn’t even dirty
Open up the other locker: three-eleven
This is the bomb kinda like 9/11
Open 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

Uhh, that first verse
Like, uhh, the first four lines
That was obviously a beginning freestyle
So, uhh, yeah, that’s a, that’s a fun fact
So
This song was also meant to have CarsonBoi
But that never happened, so
Yeah, that never happened
Yeah, never happened