The Kazoo Snafu

There once was a man
Who played the kazoo
And he tried to enter a band.

But the band did not want
To have a kazoo
And held up their snobby hands.

The kazoo-player sniffed
And tossed up his nose
And said to them, "I will show you!"

He went to a street corner,
Pinned on a rose,
And played the Kazoo Snafu.

It went--
Hmmm hmmm hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmm
Screeeech!

And from all over town
The folks came to look
And they paid him a penny each.

"I'm rich!" thought the player--
Thought pennies were gold--
And took this good sign as his cue.

He gathered his money
And, feeling quite bold,
Skipped off while still playing Kazoo.

He's now near a hundred
And lives like a king
And none wish to tell him what's true.

Though he lives mighty fine--
Never paid for a thing--
His life's one big happy Snafu.