Playing on his slide-trombone in a certain monotone
He was known as Mr. Monotony, any pleasant interlude
That would mean a change of mood didn't go with Mr. Monotony
Sometimes he would change the key but the same dull melody
Would emerge from Mr. Monotony

Folks for miles would run away
Only one preferred to stay
She would come around and say:
“Have you got any monotony today?”

They got married as they should
And around the neighbourhood
She was known as Mrs. Monotony
They were happy as could be
And they raised a family
Six or seven little Monotonies

From another village came a snappy clarinetter
She heard him play and strange to say she liked him better
That was the end of Mr. Monotony

Oh, she refused him when he tried
Bringing her back to his side
She just answered when he cried:
“Have you got any monotony today?”
“Have you got any monotony today?”
“Have you got any monotony today?”
Bye, bye, Mr. Monotony

Mr. Monotony, is that you?
Hey, Mr. Monotony…?

Oh, this playing is wonderful!
Oh, Mr. Monotony, I come back to you any time

Mr. Monotony, don't go away
Surely I didn't really mean it
Oh, Mr. Monotony, I need you back…