So i sat in the attic, a piano up my nose, And the wind played a dreadful cantata. Sore was i from a crack of an enemy's hose And the horrible sound of tomato. Ketchup, Soup and puree, Don't get left behind. Ketchup, Soup and puree, Don't get left behind. When a rattle of rats had awoken The sinews, the nerves and the veins. My piano was boldly outspoken In attempts to repeat ..