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Music Robt. Stozier, Jr. 16/FEB/1965 I've always wanted to play an instrument. Actually I play the comb. Well, not exactly. Here's what happens. Everytime my comb sees my hair, it starts humming the closing chorus of "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen."