[Verse 1] An old musician can’t change his dots, He plays the same tunes in different spots. Curiosity filled the hat, they say, But it spilled all over, and danced away. [Chorus] Oh, words of a feather, they mock together, Turning old truths to new endeavour. You can lead a ball to the hole, it's true, But you can’t make it sink if it’s stuck in glue. [Verse 2] Don’t count your gibbons before they attach, They’re swingers of style, they’re hard to match. The early wheat catches the germ, my friend, But who knows how the story will end? [Prechorus] Let weeping frogs cry, let their tears just flow, While bats sway the lice will play and grow. [Chorus] Oh, words of a feather, they mock together, Turning old truths to new endeavour. You can lead a ball to the hole, it's true, But you can’t make it sink if it’s stuck in glue. [Bridge] Why keep an angel and hark yourself? Let the harpist play, leave worry on the shelf. You can’t teach a hog new kicks, my dear, But they’ll boogie just fine when the jazz is near.
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