TISM
Fielding at Long-On (Part 2)
[Verse]
Though always indifferent at school
His genius unseen
This day, he wakes inspired by thoughts
Revealed in a dream
He lies, yet not awake, seeing all
Yuckity-yuk-yuk
The breakfast DJ patters
The words become stuck

[Refrain]
Who the fuck blow that plastic trumpet?
Who the fuck blow that plastic trumpet?
Who the fuck blow that plastic trumpet?
Who the fuck blow that plastic trumpet?