We three kings of Orient are With these gifts we have come from afar Myrrh, frankincense, gold For we have foretold By the light of yon wandering star.
This is all getting too nice. So - I practise all day on trombone My neighbour does nothing but moan But were I Glenn Miller I'd go round and kill 'er 'Cos the dopey old bat's on her own.My neighbours are actually very nice.
My neighbour's a lousy tromboner He thinks that I'm just an old moaner His playing I'd pardon Were he Jack Teagarden Instead of a bitter old loner I don't live next to Rosie, and my neighbours are also very nice, and don't play the trombone.