Ernie: 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 Hoots: 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 Yeah, you gotta leave the duck alone You gotta 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 Yeah, you gotta leave the duck alone You gotta put down the duckie Put down the duckie Put down the duckie If you wanna play the saxophone! Don't have to put it on a train Don't have to wash it down the drain Don't have to lock it in a drawer Don't have to shove it out the door Don't have to stuff it in your pocket Or send it flyin' in a rocket! Don't have to get it out of town! Ernie, put the quacker down! You gotta 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 If you wanna play the saxophone! You gotta 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 If you wanna play the saxophone!