Excuse me, Mr. Hoots, I hate to bug a busy bird, But I want to learn the sax, and I need a helpful word I always get a silly squeak when I play the blues.
Ernie, keep your cool, I'll teach ya how to blow the sax I think I dig your problem-it's rubber, and it quacks. You'll never find the skill you seek till you pay your dues.
You gotta put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Yeah, you gotta leave the duck alone. You gotta put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Put down the duclie, If you wanna play the saxophone!
You didn't hear a word I said, You gotta get it through your head. Don't be a stubborn cluck, Ernie, lay aside the duck! I've learned a thing or two from years of playing in a band; It's hard to play a saxophone with something in your hand. To be a fine musician, you're gonna have to face the facts;
Though you're blessed with Flyin' fingers, when you want to wail you're stuck What good are Flyin' fingers if they're wrapped around a duck? Change the toy's position, if you wanna ace the sax.
Yeah.
You gotta put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Yeah, you gotta leave the duck alone. You gotta put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Put down the duclie, If you wanna play the saxophone!
One more time, Put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Put down the duckie, Yeah, you gotta leave the duck alone. Put down the duckie, Put it down! Put down the duckie, if you wanna play the saxophone!
