My staff is working without rest. They’re taking notes, hoping to find a few key changes.
I’d take notes, but I can’t reed words, only cymbals.
You certainly have brass, to say that!!
Musical pirates think they’re finding gold, but it’s often just brass. “Yarr, that treasure B-flat!”
Shiver me timbre! I’d rather be a pirate than an oboe!
Cello again, folks! Don’t be drumfounded, keep 'em gong.
Yeah, there’s still time to piccolo-hanging fruit.
Musical puns make me want to play with my organ.
For that one you oughta guitared and feathered!
I had to fix my broken brass instrument with a tuba glue.
Did you have a Trombone?
I was gonna make a bad pun about Trump-et got away from me though.
Oh well, hair today, Don tomorrow.
Is it any Wonder that I love Banjo-Vee?
A pity Exapno Mapcase doesn’t play here. Sorry to keep Harpo-ing on that.
Someone might throw chowder at you for that – in which case, you’d better duck soup.
And do we know of sausage associated with southern Louisiana that uses pork or chicken and pepper and onions?
Yes, it’s the wurst, but I have no link.
I have taken your sausage comment andouille noted it.
And then the chorizo angels were heard, saying “Saveloy, Lord, that’s a lotta baloney!”