I am out of tune
Violin, the state I'm in
I've lived through many Junes
I am out of tune
The center hole is overgrown
I'm listening face down
Birds sound around
Like a sudden spell or bell
Or orchestrated swells
I am out of tune
Play the flute
For love or loot
That's really up to you
How it clings
Like pinging strings of mandolins
That pluck to your good luck
No trombone
Or glockenspiel could ever feel
The way I feel tonight
[Verse 2]
Bum, bum, bum, the drum
Cymbals symbolize your mind
I think that you should try
Classical guitar
Love anew, oh yes, you are
Pan pipes save a life
No angelic flute
Can F hold
A harping soul?
Each song ends with a gong
[Verse 3]
Fat bassoon
Clear as the moon
But nothing now can take away my gloom
Triangle
Fiddle Stradivarius
I'd like to cause a fess
[Outro]
Boo, boo
[Verse 1] I am out of tune Violin, the state I'm in I've lived through many Junes I am out of tune The center hole is overgrown I'm listening face down Birds sound around Like a sudden spell or bell Or orchestrated swells I am out of tune Play the flute For love or loot That's really up to you How it clings Like pinging strings of mandolins That pluck to your good luck No trombone Or glockenspiel could ever feel The way I feel tonight [Verse 2] Bum, bum, bum, the drum Cymbals symbolize your mind I think that you should try Classical guitar Love anew, oh yes, you are Pan pipes save a life No angelic flute Can F hold A harping soul? Each song ends with a gong [Verse 3] Fat bassoon Clear as the moon But nothing now can take away my gloom Triangle Fiddle Stradivarius I'd like to cause a fess [Outro] Boo, boo Explain Request ×
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