There's a kooky little girl who plays flute in the band
Saw her over the top of my Beethoven
I'm yelling out fortissimo to make her see
I'm lonely and forlorn, trade your flute for a horn
Come on, girl, and join the brass section with me
From the look in her eye I knew I was getting to her
Saw her over the top of my Smetana
She's gonna be my bartered bride in the first degree
Now all my minuets gonna be duets
Come on, girl, and join the brass section with me