文本歌词

My dear children hello
Oh no no no children everyone must answer
Please hello before we can start Hello
Well that is better Now
If you would all draw up your chairs and listen very closely
I will tell you a most unusual story The story of the little fiddle
As it is told in Symphony number 45
Which was written by the great Chzekoslovakian composer Andree (gibberish name) Junior
Now this story children is very unusual
Because it is told not only with words
But also with music
But first I want you to meet the symphony orchestra
How do you do
Shake hands with the trombone
And the tuba
And the oboe
And the saxaphone sousaphone zither and xylophone
Clarinet buglehorn fiddle and fuglehorn
Tinny kazoo and the timpani too
And the piccollo picollo
Now some of you children may be very surprised to hear
That the symphony is not only music
But that it always tells a story
Which has a beginning a middle and an end
Except for the unfinished symphony
Which has a beginning
As I was saying
If you listen you will hear
From the corner of your ear
How the oboe she makes love to the bassoon
And the pipe goes diddle diddle
And the fiddle's in the middle
And the dish ran away with the spoon
Heh heh heh that's what she did
Well so Now we tell the story
Which starts with the first movement
Presto vivace argomento molto contabale molto chocolo molto
And we have the first theme which is naturally the theme of the little fiddle
Now this little fiddle is a young girl who lives with her wicked guardian
Which is a french horn
Now this young girl who is a beautiful girl
And her wicked guardian live all alone on a farm
And all she has for company are a hen and a dog and a nanny goat
Now one day when her wicked guardian
The french horn is upstairs busy washing his coils along came a handsome young trumpet
When he clasps his eyes on the little fiddle his heart went zing (musical noise)
And he gets so excited he has a big cadenza
Which is a solo passage in triple time
This brings us to the second movement
When the little fiddle is happy and the trumpet is happy
When suddenly out stalks the french horn
Ehhhhhh
What's going on here says the french horn
The little fiddle is so putrified her bridge falls out
But the trumpet says we love each other
But the french horn is very objectionable to this marriage
And the trumpet blows his top ah shut up
Now I know who you are you are not the french horn at all
That (nice music) had me fooled for awhile but the (bad music) gave you away
You are a glockenspiel in disguise beyond a doubt wanted by the police for drowning twelve little fiddles out
The glockenspiel tries to escape to his flat but the animals are too sharp for him
Ow in the leg
Ow in the neck
Ow in the face
Ow in the other place
The glockenspiel is trapped his escape they are foiling
So he jumps into a kettle drum which is boiling