You're blowin' flat, now you've got open oboe holes.
I say, you must lip and get grip
(Then let it rip, then let it rip, then let it rip).
To change the gap through which air's hurled
When the reed's rifflin',
So more pressure apply--
Just lip and get high,
Lip and get high. (3x)

Sounds like a flatter kazoo,
That bent note sounds kind of blue
Or like a cracked bell's knell.
Let's face it, it's like a beller from hell.

I say, you must lip and get grip
(Then let it rip, then let it rip, then let it rip).
On top of that, you've lost your place,
Through pages rifflin'.
Off the stand the leaves fly
You flip out and cry.
Flip out and cry. (3x)