Sweet Potato Piper

Music soothes the savage, that's a well-known phrase
 But your heart becomes full of kettle drums
 When the sweet potato piper plays
 Go on, throw your hat off, shout a few hoorays
 'Cause you can't hold back, you're a jumping jack
 When the sweet potato piper plays
 Though it's not a magic flute, there's a fascinating toot
 It's not exactly beautiful, it's sorta like an "I-don't-know"
 I guess you'd call it cute
 Sunbeams try new dance steps, songbirds sound their ayes
 And the world joins in with a great big grin
 When the sweet potato piper plays
 Hello there, Texas, what you say?
 How come you're whistling? Why don't you play?
 I've been messing with this sweet potato all day long
 I can't make it play, what goes? What's wrong?
 You're crazy, Texas, you're out of your mind
 You can't blow that, that's the eatin' kind
 Well, them baby rug cutters down Texas way
 They blow on sweet potatoes and really make them play
 Why don't you stick to your saxophone, man?
 You ought to know you can't jam on a yam