Song Description

A dirty folky children's song, propelled by a groove from northern Brazil.

Lyrics

THERE'S MUSIC
©2007 Polar Levine--Sine Language Music/BMI

Down the road past the army camp
At the Paris Hilton sat Charlie the Tramp
Leaning on his cane in a Hollywood way
It was a silent film so he had nothing to say
Up in the penthouse in the boiler room
The custodial baroness in Fruit of the Loom
Her finger on the trigger of her secret game
With Toody the Monkey Boy
Just outside the frame

CHORUS: There's music all up your nose and
There's music all in your hair and
There's music in your mouth
There's music way down south
There's music in the chilly north
There's music in the midwest and
There's music in the Middle East
There's music where you expect it least

Then the brave soldiers arrived from the town
And the sad reporters and the mayor's clown
And they all danced together
'neath a filled up moon
And it couldn't 'a happened a minute too soon

CHORUS: There's music in the old and the young
There's music that's burped and sung
There's music for life and for death and
There's music to take away your breath
There's music for the booty and the soul
There's music that's beyond control
There's music that's not about A market test
That's the music that I like best

There's music all up your nose and
There's music all in your hair and
There's music in your mouth
There's music way down south
There's music in the chilly north
There's music in the midwest and
There's music in the Middle East
There's music where you expect it least