Baptist told Busca, let's save some money,
The hurdy gurdy guy is over and done,
I'll fire up the bagpipes, you fire the fiddle,
But don't try to compete with the accordion.
Forget the bells keeping the rhythm tight,
And forget about playing music all night.
They say accordions can make a bear dance,
But we ain't taking the chance.
(Busca plays bagpipes like a wild man.)
Then Busca says to Baptiste,
Let's keep the hurdy gurdy guy,
At least we can make some drinking money,
What the Hell, it's worth a try.
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