The trumpets of the night
Come peeling out with a tune
Worthy of the low class
But not strict enough to delight the high
Violins with there mahogany bows
Screech out a tune that is winds incarnate
Worthy of the high class when playing Ode To Joy
Damned when playing Devils Trill
But here comes the piano
Not an upright but a grand
Which pleases any rich soul who is to high on his horse
To see that they make the same sound
We make a trio that brings laughs to the poor
Playing in the twilight of the moon
Playing in a back alley
That only the homeless know of
