The Secret of Music

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