Dwarfish Trumpet Blues (Mono Version)

I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet

He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece

He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it

When out of the horn came a solid silver genie

Who was made just to make the little man happy

As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid

Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box

Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet

Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid

Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry

Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie

Who plays the trumpet

His horns are straight with parts of you

He drinks from jars of morning dew

His eyes a lot, we hold the key

So small because there's grapes for tea