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