Written by Aussie John Thompson not long before he passed( in 2021, I think that was ).

I played guitar til I got bored
Cos I could never find the right chord
Though my fingers danced like a little ballerina
The minor falls the major lifts
I should play the 4th but I played the fifth
Put down my guitar, took up the concertina
Concertina, concertina, concertina, concertina

I know to you it may not make sense
I play the king of instruments
I’m a bit obsessed, you’ve
Never met anyone keener
I’m often tempted to go back to strings
But I wanna move forward onto finer things
I’m so in two minds, I’m developing schizophrenia
Concertina, concertina, concertina, concertina

I played the big gigs, I’ve played the rest
I went to Morocco and played in Fez
The clicking of buttons it echoed throughout the Medina
I’ve played the big gigs, played the small
From the Troubadour to the Albert Hall
I’ve even played with myself in Hercegovina
Concertina, concertina, concertina, concertina

I play with my squeezebox nearly all the time
But I’m afraid that this next bit won’t rhyme
Though the golden buttons shine like a new Ford Cortina
I think I’ll play til the day that I die
Some stay while I play, but I do not know why
Though I ain’t got 2 heads like the guy from the Star Wars cantina
Concertina, concertina, concertina, concertina

Now this wee song it must come to an end
It’s not just a toy, this thing’s my best friend
I love her so much my thoughts are becoming uncleaner
I’ll soon settle down, at the end of the track
Turn away from the road now, never look back
You’ll find me at home happily fondling my concertina
I’m off to the shop now to buy me a new ocarina
Concertina, concertina, ocarina, concertina
Lemon verbena, Casuarina, Palestrina, vacuum cleaner
Concertina, concertina