In history, the raspberry is shrouded and obscure
No one's kept a record of its use.
Even though it is the greatest of the many sounds
That the human body can't produce.
Better than finger snapping
More handy than hand clapping
And more expressive than a sigh.
And if you ever want to state your mood
The raspberry has lots of attitude.

So come on, don't be shy,
Blow a raspberry, blow a raspberry.
When the world has got you down again
Blow a raspberry, blow a raspberry.
A raspberry might be your only friend.

Even though it's looked upon with academic scorn
The raspberry has quite a pedigree.
Till somebody figured how to blow it through a horn
It was heard in every symphony.
Now English scholars working
Have even found it lurking in one of Shakespeare's tragedies.
In Hamlet's original soliloquy
The question is to be or not to be.
And the answer is, b
Blow a raspberry, blow a raspberry.
Bacall told Bogey, all you need to know,
Blow a raspberry, blow a raspberry.
"Just put your lips together and blow," yeah.