Yeah, I love to huff my fife and play!
I love to huff my fife and play.
I love to huff, huff, huff, huff my fife and play a tune.

When I awaken in the morning,
I head right for the storage site.
That’s where I keep my fife till tweet time…
assemble it and get the joints tight.

Then, I love to huff my fife each day,
I love to huff my fife and play.
I love to huff, huff, huff, huff my fife and play a tune.

My embouchure is just like I’m blowing a bubble
that will float up to the sky.
When I started, I had a lot of trouble—
those days have gone by.

Now, I love to huff my fife each day,
I love to huff my fife and play.
I love to huff, huff, huff, huff my fife and play a tune.

To play it, you’re like a sprinter…
running fast as you can to the finish line.
Hardest notes? Those on the bottom;
I do miss those sometimes.

Still, I’m gonna huff my fife and play,
huff until bass notes don’t get away.
Then I will puff, puff, puff
up my chest like a balloon.

Now, I love to huff my fife each day,
I love to huff and fife away.
I love to huff, puff, huff, huff at night, morning, and noon.