Song Lyrics

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 (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 duckie (put down the duckie)
Put down the duckie 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 flying fingers
When you wanna wail, you're stuck
What good are flying fingers if they're wrapped around a duck?

Change the toy's position if you wanna ace the sax!

You gotta put down the duckie (put down the duckie)
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 duckie (put down the duckie)
Put down the duckie if you wanna play the saxophone!

One more time!

Put down the duckie (put down the duckie)
Put down the duckie (put it down)
Put down the duckie and you gotta leave the duck alone
Put down the duckie (put down the duckie)
I said I said put it down (down)
Put down the duckie if you wanna play the saxophone!
Yeah!

Cerf, Stiles