Little Viola Hidden in the Orchestra

Miniature woodwinds whistle underwater

While electric eels make the ocean warm in summer

Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies

Being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses

Little viola hidden in the orchestra

How I love to pretend the sounds you make

Are flowers that slowly encircle the band

That curl around each note that's played

The audience charmed

By the floating garden of music giddily pick musical floral bouquets

And now its time for the play

The actor in the center of the stage looks sadly at a teacup

Reads a poem off the teacup

And covers his face with a page of a poem on the teacup and sings

What a terrible lie you told me

That you're heart was mine to buy

All those feelings you implied

It all was just terrible lies

Oh what a terrible lie

Do you remember in the first verse

When I told you about the seashells singing

Well if you wanna hear what it sounds like

You just have to listen in

I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things that I think about

The nasty little things I'll keep them to myself

I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things that I think about

The dirty little things I'll keep them to myself

I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things that I think about

The sinister things I'll keep them to myself