.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.
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