Mummenschanz

My friend Tom from our still-untitled band that we belong to wrote a song without lyrics.

Like a hero I gave the song lyrics.

It's about Mummenschanz, the Swiss/German performing arts troupe. I saw them first on television, probably The Muppet Show, and later when Chris Elliot lampooned them on the old Letterman show as Mummensquad.

With some clay and sticky notes

We'll change the face without our throats

Magic marker oughta coax

German laughs from silent jokes

The world was born without words

Then we built walls

So mask theater nerds

Could speak in bubbles and ping pong balls

Velcro slabs make him prance and smile

To the claves and an old Kurzweil

A vibroslap just made her frown

She felt the whistle sliding down

And then a young balding comedy heir

Lampooned them on the late night air

He used a spoon, a fork, and a hot dog

To get some laughs from the frat boy fog

The world was born without words

Then we built walls

So a comedy nerd

Could reinforce them with Dave and Paul

Inside a briefcase lies a mind

If you can see you will never be blind

Is that a mouth or is it a chair?

Mummenschanz is everywhere

3 x 11 is 33 years

Using their shapes to make laughter and tears

Dorky and goony they paved and paid their dues

Long before men shaved and then painted themselves blue

The world was born without any words

Power to the Swiss mask nerds