Something makes me think of you
When I lay my lips on my kazoo
The humming sound like bees so busy
Takes hold of me and makes me dizzy
No violin or brass or drum
Can make my lips feel quite this numb
Kazoo Kazoo my midnight friend
Brings my love back home again
Do you know how much I love you!
At 3 a.m. with my kazoo?!
When I lay my lips on my kazoo
The humming sound like bees so busy
Takes hold of me and makes me dizzy
No violin or brass or drum
Can make my lips feel quite this numb
Kazoo Kazoo my midnight friend
Brings my love back home again
Do you know how much I love you!
At 3 a.m. with my kazoo?!
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