Fine Feathers Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, knave am I, and a confidence man, to steal both your plot and your plan
But if I'm to die, then I'd rather I be hanged as a sheep for a lamb

[Chorus]
Gossiping grandmother, gossamer gatherer
Gave up my globetrotting, gun-running grandfather
A blunder that bothered my father forever
I bet you my bottom and most-valued dollar
He soberly suffers his swindling son-singer
Oh, his family suffered, take me at my word
And my father's four forfeitures may ruffle my feathers
But fine feathers, my friend, do not make a fine bird
[Bridge] Make no mistake, for heaven's sake
I let the chips fall as they may
But make no mistake, making mistakes is a game at which many can play

[Chorus]
My father's father, and his father's father, and his father's father
A fraud and finagler, even carpenter, conjurer, cadaver, converter
What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
Though I may be too ruffled to resemble either
I cash all the worms, and I eat all my words
And much like one swallow does not make a summer
Fine feathers, my friend, do not make a fine bird

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