(instrumental opening)

(Oscar)
Hello, Felix, my old friend.
You woke me up at night again.
Because a sound through our walls creeping
interrupted me while I'm sleeping.
And that honking...
it is planted in my brain.
Still remains.

It was the sound
of sinus.

In restless nights here in New York
I share apartment with a dork.
He's a freak with all his fine cleaning.
With his cooking, he is well-meaning.
But my ears were stabbed
by the pain of his whacked-out nose.
See? There it goes!

It is the sound
of sinus.

And in the naked light I heard
a sound that's worse than any bird.
Worse that taxi horn and jackhammer.
It's a crime, send him to some slammer!
It's a grating song
that noses should not share.
Should not dare.

It is the sound
of sinus

(Felix)
Oscar! Oscar! Oscar! Whoa!
You know the mucus inside grows.
Hear my words about my affliction.
Hurts my breathing and sleep and diction.

(Oscar)
But your words
like silent raindrops fall.

They're blocked out
by sound
of sinus.

Every night I've bowed and prayed
new surgery technique is made.
Hope some doctor gives his appraisal
of this bad situation nasal.
In the meantime
a stain of spaghetti...

(Felix)
No, linguine!

(Oscar)
On apartment wall!
Now garbage haul.

And still there's
the sound...

of sinus.

(Felix, over the closing guitar notes)
Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!