The Secret of Music lyrics

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

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

Fat bassoon

Clear as the moon

But nothing now can take away my gloom

Triangle

Fiddle Stradivarius

I'd like to cause a fess

Boo, boo