[Verse 1] In Italy one fine spring, A guy made strings go zing-a-zing! He carved some wood, said, “This’ll sing!” And cats began to scatter. [Chorus] Oh, violin, oh violin, You squeak, you cry, you never grin. Why not a harp, or mandolin? But no, we chose the screamin’ string! [Verse 2] A hollow box, a bouncy stick, With horsehair rubbed on rosin thick, You saw the string, it shrieks real quick! Congrats! You summoned ghosts. [Bridge ][Spoken Word] (over pizzicato) “And lo the cavity! The soundboard! The tonewood! Resonating like a wine box possessed…” [Final Chorus] Oh, violin, oh violin, You twist the soul from deep within. You screech and charm, you’re chaos kin Who knew four strings could make such din? (And such… delight.) Repeat: [Verse 1] In Italy one fine spring, A guy made strings go zing-a-zing! He carved some wood, said, “This’ll sing!” And cats began to scatter. [Chorus] Oh, violin, oh violin, You squeak, you cry, you never grin. Why not a harp, or mandolin? But no—we chose the screamin’ string! [Verse 2] A hollow box, a bouncy stick, With horsehair rubbed on rosin thick, You saw the string, it shrieks real quick! Congrats! You summoned ghosts. [Bridge][Spoken Word] (over pizzicato) “And lol,the cavity! The soundboard! The tonewood! Resonating like a wine box possessed” [Final Chorus] Oh, violin, oh violin, You twist the soul from deep within. You screech and charm,you’re chaos kin Who knew four strings could make such din? (And such… delight.)