Mickey Mack


Mickey Mack loved music.
 The rhythms made him sway.
 The harmony made him smile.
 The tempo made his day.

 Mickey Mack loved music.
 He'd listen all day long.
 He'd sing like Frank Sinatra.
 He'd dance the "Funky Kong."

 Mickey Mack loved music.
 Listening wasn't enough.
 He wanted to feel the music;
 he wanted to be the stuff.

 Mickey Mack loved music,
 and music he wanted to be.
 He climbed inside a piano,
 and made it sound out of key.

 You're in treble now
Mickey Mack's Small Band
  Mickey Mack loved music.
He stuck his head inside a sax.
The vibrations shook his body
and loosened his ear wax.

Mickey Mack loved music.
He sat inside a drum,
and bounced around inside
until his body went numb.

 Mickey Mack loved music,
 from under a xylophone.
 The sound rang in his ears
 and tickled his funny bone.

Mickey Mack loved music,
but deep inside he knew it,
that music sounded much better
without a small kid crammed into it.
 
Scott Cody, 1999
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