Cello Girl

The pretty girl who played the cello
What was her name? What was her name?
Particulars can slip away
Pictures etched upon the brain.
Whooah-oooh
Like her long blonde hair in a big thick braid
Long low notes that took years to fade
Years to fade
She was handsome, she was pretty
She probably moved to New York City
What was her name? What was her name?
She probably rides the downtown F train
Dates a boy that’s half her age
What was her name? What was her name?
Picked a squeaky violin to play with
But I can’t really play; no, I can’t really play
I think I wished for something deeper
'Cause high notes won’t keep her.
They’ll never keep her
With her long blonde hair in a big thick braid
Long low notes that took years to fade
Years and years to fade

She was handsome, she was pretty
I made my way to New York City
What was her name? What was her name?
I bet she joined the Philharmonic
And got herself a nice apartment
What was her name? What was her name?
Sometimes I ride the downtown F train
Would I recognize her anyway?
What was her name? What was her name?
What was her name? What was her name?
What was her name? What was her name?
What was her name? What was her name?
What was her name? What was her name?