Playin' on his slide trombone
In a certain monotone
He was known as Mr. Monotony
Any pleasant interlude
That would mean a change of mood
Didn't go with Mr. Monotony
Sometimes he would change the key
But the same dull melody
Would emerge from Mr. Monotony
Folks for miles would run away
Only one preferred to stay
She would come around and say
"Have you got any monotony today?"
They got married as they should
And around the neighborhood
She was known as Mrs. Monotony
They were happy as could be
And they raised a family
Six or seven little Monotonies
From another village
Came a snappy clarinetter
She heard him play and strange to say
She liked him better
That was the end of Mr. Monotony
Oh, she refused him when he tried
Bringing her back to his side
She just answered when he cried
"Have you got any monotony today?"
"Have you got any monotony today?"
"Have you got any monotony today?"
Bye, bye, Mr. Monotony
Mr. Monotony, is that you?
Hey, Mr. Monotony?
Oh, this playing is wonderful!
Oh, Mr. Monotony, I come back to you any time
Mr. Monotony, don't go away
Surely I didn't really mean it
Oh, Mr. Monotony, I need you back