Natchez Calliope Testo

can't hear myself think, let alone talk can't play the banjo on the damn boardwalk when it gets to be about four o'clock and the natchez pulls into dock loud as a bull horn, shrill as a whistle sore as a horse hair bow on a fiddle rough as a rub board played with a spoon that's the natchez calliope playin' out of tune you can blow on a your tuba 'til you're all out of wind you can pick your guitar 'til you break a string i've tried 'em all, but you just can't win 'cause that calliope is driven by steam loud as a bull horn... i don't know why i love this city it's so broke it's not worth fixin' its reeds are bent and keys are missin' it's so loud but no-one's listenin' to the natchez calliope