Fon Fon Fon

Look at the philharmonic band,
playing on my street.
In the band goes my love
blowing his tuba.
He has played trombone,
clarinet and little iron pieces,
he only lacks my name
whispered in my ears.

Everyone - honk-honk-honk-honk -
just contradict what I say:
"...That tuba - honk-honk-honk-honk -
has so little romanticism..."
But he plays - honk-honk-honk-honk -
and my surrendered heart
only responds - honk-honk-honk-honk -
with tenderness and affection.

My parents have already told me:
"Oh daughter, don't be crazy!
The Goldberg Variations
by Glenn Gould are the good ones!"
But classical music
doesn't have much effect on me:
I like the view from CCB;
from Gulbenkian, the garden.

Everyone - honk-honk-honk-honk -
just contradict what I say:
"...That tuba - honk-honk-honk-honk -
has so little romanticism..."
But he plays - honk-honk-honk-honk -
and inside me bells ring!
In my chest - honk-honk-honk-honk -
the tuba is what gives me rhythm.

My friends make fun of me
for my musical taste
that the scene is "electroacoustic"
and the trend is "experimental"...
And don't even mention rock,
samplers and discos,
I don't understand hip-hop,
and what's popular is boring!

Everyone - honk-honk-honk-honk -
just contradict what I say:
"...That tuba - honk-honk-honk-honk -
has so little romanticism..."
But he plays - honk-honk-honk-honk -
and sometimes I can't control myself.
I tell everyone - honk-honk-honk-honk -
that he's going to stay with me!

But he only plays the tuba
and when the tuba doesn't play,
they say he continues;
that instead of kissing, he blows...

Everyone - honk-honk-honk-honk -
just contradict what I say:
"...That tuba - honk-honk-honk-honk -
has so little romanticism..."
But he plays - honk-honk-honk-honk -
and it's the fanfare I follow.
If love is honk honk honk honk
to hell with romanticism!