by Hermann Schisste

 

Oh, when I’m playing my zesty trumpet
All my troubles they just fade away
Oh, when I’m playing my zesty trumpet
The good times they are here to stay

I , I have never ever owned a shirt
People tell me that I’m such a flirt
But I just like to be topless

And when I am blowing my own trumpet
I like to think that I am keeping fit
People say that I have a brass neck

Zesty trumpet – if you don’t like it you can lump it
Zesty trumpet
Oh oh oh

Puffing out my cheeks like Dizzy Gillespie
That’s what makes me zesty
That’s why I’m so chesty

Blowing off and puffing that’s what keeps me healthy
That’s what makes me zesty
That’s why I’m the besty

Zesty trumpet – if you don’t like it you can lump it
Zesty trumpet
Oh oh oh

Puffing out my cheeks like Dizzy Gillespie
That’s what makes me zesty
That’s why I’m so chesty

Blowing off and puffing that’s what keeps me healthy
That’s what makes me zesty
That’s why I’m the besty

I’m too zesty for a shirt
Too zesty for a shirt
So zesty it hurts

Oh my zesty trumpet

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