[Intro]
[Verse]
My uncle found an old trombone
Abandoned on a Ribble bus
For years it hung alone at home
Between the hose-pipe and the truss
[Chorus]
I will not write that timeless book
Nor pen that verse to pierce the heart
At fearsome fretboard can but look
But man and mallet may not part
[Verse]
In woodwork class I glued a box
African piano they said
It sounded like a wounded fox
It stored my biros (all but red)
[Chorus]
I will not write that timeless book
Nor pen that verse to pierce the heart
At fearsome fretboard can but look
But man and mallet may not part
[Verse]
On Christmas Eve my ear did burn
E.A.D. ripples in the room
From Santa-Dad cheap guitar turn
And twenty-years of three-chord gloom
[Chorus]
I will not write that timeless book
Nor pen that verse to pierce the heart
At fearsome fretboard can but look
But man and mallet may not part
[Break]
[Verse]
My uncle found an old trombone
Abandoned on a Ribble bus
For years it hung alone at home
Between the hose-pipe and the truss
[Chorus]
I will not write that timeless book
Nor pen that verse to pierce the heart
At fearsome fretboard can but look
But man and mallet may not part
[Verse]
In woodwork class I glued a box
African piano they said
It sounded like a wounded fox
It stored my biros (all but red)
[Chorus]
I will not write that timeless book
Nor pen that verse to pierce the heart
At fearsome fretboard can but look
But man and mallet may not part
[Verse]
On Christmas Eve my ear did burn
E.A.D. ripples in the room
From Santa-Dad cheap guitar turn
And twenty-years of three-chord gloom
[Chorus]
I will not write that timeless book
Nor pen that verse to pierce the heart
At fearsome fretboard can but look
But man and mallet may not part
[Outro]
