I leaned against the radio on my chair
Why put a button on the front,I cry
An opera burst out,giving me a stir
The chair is broad and could become a lair
For wolves or foxes, no need to apply.
I leaned against the radio on my chair
I live in a house, so is it fair
That animals have got no wings to fly
Loud voices sang out,giving me a stir
For opera, one has to have the flair
Good taste and feeling, these we cannot buy
I leaned against an angel on my chair
Yet if schools did the arts,chance would be there
There is music in an orphan’s sigh.
Oh people sang and bells rang in cold air
In late winter many old folk die
Make sure you tell your love without a lie
I leaned against the radio on my chair
An opera burst out, music’s everywhere!
