Harry’s World

Harry sold tv’s, stereos and objects of convenience
Like washing machines
If he had bigger dreams, they were buried in the doin what was needed
With eight mouths to feed

He probably shouldn’t have married
Such a devout Catholic girl
Cuz all the kids, the bills and the priest started wearing
On Harry’s romantic nerves

But he could be consoled through solid state stereo
Music was the thing that so soothed Harry’s world

And once upon a time I hear he used to play for
The big bands be bop a doo jazz
And Harry was a hit, a real swinging lip splittin’ hep cat
When he blew that brass

And once in a blue moon Sunday
When he wasn’t so preoccupied
He’s get out his trumpet
And teach us the meaning of life

That it was sweet and full of grace
Wild like the wind, free flying all over the place
And when I need relief I just think of those days
Harry played his horn

Harry raked the leaves, threw the ball and fixed the things that needed
Fixing at home
And for a pretty please, take us to the Dairy Queen and treat us
To ice cream cones

And once in a blue moon Sunday
When he wasn’t so preoccupied
He’s get out his trumpet
And teach us the meaning of life

That it was sweet and full of grace
Wild like the wind, free flying all over the place
And when I need relief I just think of those days
Harry played his horn
When Harry played his horn
When Harry played

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