An original song about a musician whose birthday is this week.
They came from all over for the open mic
Some came in cars, some rode on bikes
With guitar, drum and ukulele
They came to play and sing so gaily
They came to do it for all they were worth
And one man came down from way oop in the north
mmmm, hmmm...Tootlin' Geoff
One after one they took the stage
'Cause the open mic was all the rage
With guitar, uke, and maybe a drum
They sang their songs and they merrily strummed
They all took their turns and when no one was left
On came the man they call Tootlin' Geoff
The Tootler...Tootlin' Geoff
He set up his gear, everything in good order
And played an old folk song on an alto recorder
Then with uke in hand, his performance a winner
He sang them a song in a bold, reedy tenor
An ancient song, seldom heard in the nation
An old Childe ballad in a rare variation
mmmm, hmmm...Tootlin' Geoff
And just when they thought it couldn't get any sweeter
He sat himself down, couldn't look any neater
With a big harmonica, a button on the side
The crowd knew they were in for a ride
They all fell silent and they caught their breath sharp
As he laid down some blues on a chromatic harp
He's the Tootler...Tootlin' Geoff
Well the show was over but they wouldn't leave
And Geoff still had one trick up his sleeve
After all the folk songs and the ballads Childe
And recorder tunes had them going wild
They jumped to their feet and they shouted for more
So he gave 'em a little Pet Shop Boys encore
'Cause that's how Tootlin' Geoff rolls
He's the Tootler...Tootlin' Geoff