This was rather strange to write about, but it finally came.
1. Black and white keys, bellows that wheeze
Buttons that change the sound
Straps round your back, hangs like a rack.
so it won’t fall to the ground.
2. To play it you need, one hand on the keys
And one to make the box ex-pand
You can walk about, a tune you grind out,
Bring happi-ness to all your fans.
3. The squeeze-box has reeds, Air vibrates with speed
And makes music we love to hear.
I’ll play you a song if you sing along,
and share a couple of beers.
Chorus: My accor-dion makes the music.
My accor-dion makes you dance.
My accord-dion sends the user to Places like Paris France
Bridge: Gypsies give it their own kind of flair, but music still fills the air…………!