Lyrics

Mister Tchaikovsky, this dance is tough-sky Where'd you ever find the tune to get me down so low? D'ja ever see a tin flute dancing? (Hm?) D'ja ever know a piccolo could dance a jig? Here's the tune they dance to when they get a chance to It's a kind of a rinky-dinky, ending with a whirliigig When they play the music hot they dance a hot gavotte As like as not When a penny flute goes dancing he'll never ask a lady piccolo of course He never goes for small things, what he likes, of all things, is a horse! Don't you think they're both entrancing What could be as graceful as a hunk o' tin Specially in the chorus, dancing with a h-o-r-u-s That's a pretty picture or my name is Gunga Din Let us leave them gently, maybe instrument'ly I say Holmes - wot was that? Chang-fong-chee-hop-so-wing-so-lee..... Go light yo' fiah-clacker, bang-up Chlissmus Faster, kids, faster