The bugle of this long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of chards and facts and
figures And instructions for dancing
I
love it when you read to me You
can read me anything
The bugle of love has music in it
In fact,
that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb
But I
love it when you sing to me You can sing me anything
The bugle of love is long and boring And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and hardship boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
love it when you give me things And you,
you ought to give me the wedding rings
But I love it when you give me things And you,
you ought to give me the wedding rings
But I love it when you give me things And you,
you ought to give me the wedding rings