The lonely little saxophone
Lived in a case all alone.
Nobody would play with her,
And it made her so very sad.
She belonged to a little boy
Always busy with his other toys.
He never played the saxophone
And it made her feel so bad.
And she cried,
"Won't somebody play with me
And listen to my lovely melody?
I only want to sing real loud
And be a part of a band."
The saxophone was placed on a shelf.
She sat up there all by herself.
The little boy forgot all about
That beautiful horn that he had.
And she cried,
"Won't somebody play with me
And listen to my lovely melody?
I only want to sing real loud
And be a part of a band.
Oh, if you could only see what fun there could be!
There's a music jubilee waiting inside of me
(And inside of you)."
Over time, the boy grew old
And had a little boy of his own.
He took the saxophone from the shelf
And he handed her down to his lad.
And she cheered,
"Somebody is playing with me!
We're making such a lovely melody!
I finally get to sing real loud
And be a part of a band!"