fine feathers - patron saint of bridge burners lyrics
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
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
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
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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