Verse
Gather round the windowsill, watch the morning sun
Your mother's humming a song as she makes some fun
She finds an old harmonica deep down on the shelf
You blow into it softly, feel its secret wealth
You play for the birds outside and they tweet along
They like your silly blues because you sang them strong
Pre-Chorus
Can we make our own music? Like a little band?
Let's keep playing till the whole day lands
Chorus
Kazoo boogie, blow your horn
We'll dance and play until the morning comes back home
Verse
You found an old accordion hidden behind the door
Now it opens up with colors that you've never seen before
Your father's tapping on a pot with a spoon to keep time
He says 'Keep blowing, baby' as your melody gets more prime
The wind outside is carrying every single note
It's like the whole town is singing this sweet, silly route
Pre-Chorus
Can we make our own music? Like a little band?
Let's keep playing till the whole day lands
Chorus
Kazoo boogie, blow your horn
We'll dance and play until the morning comes back home
Bridge
Look up high, look down low
Every single sound is yours to grow
Chorus
Kazoo boogie, blow your horn
We'll dance and play until the morning comes back home