Lyrics

I was lying on the sofa all alone
When Johnny came upon my old TV
He and June were ripping up the Ring of Fire
With some horn blower I had never seen

He stood there quiet just waiting for his time
And Johnny stepped aside to let him through
He puckered up and let'er buck and holy fuck
It looked like everything he had was what he blew


And I thought easy buddy, easy on the trumpet
Give it a blow but you don't gotta hump it
Save some air to end the tune
Easy buddy easy on the trumpet
You're gonna fall down, your head, gonna bump it
'Round again your time is coming soon


He held the last note for so long I thought he'd die
Surely that big neck veins gonna burst
He wiped a bead from off his brow and took a heavy breath
Been working, working, working up a thirst

When it was done he took a bow and left the stage
Had a drink and listened to the show
Everyone remembers the melody he played
But what his name was no one really knows



And I thought easy buddy, easy on the trumpet
Give it a blow but you don't gotta hump it
Save some air to end the tune
Easy buddy easy on the trumpet
You're gonna fall down, your head, gonna bump it
'Round again your time is coming soon