I met a girl called Corrina
She introduced me to the o-o-o-o-ocarina

Oh what a beautiful instrument
With a shape that’s akin to a walnut

She had a lovely demeanour
But I’m afraid my gaze was locked upon her ocarina

Oh what a beautiful instrument
With a shape that’s akin to a walnut

I feel bad for Corrina
‘Cause when I touched that thing, it’s just as if I’d never seen her

Oh what a beautiful instrument
With a shape that’s akin to a yeah
With a shape that’s akin to a walnut

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