The eagle is hurt, her feathers are ruffled,
Make no mistake, she is coming fer yoooooooouuuuuuuu....
I'd finish this song if I knew all the words,
But since I don't I guess I am through.

It's really, really hard to play a trumpet and sing at the same time, but he's managing it.

Somehow.

And he doesn't sing very well, either.

But then, there's a lot of caca-phony to drown it out. It nearly drowns out the sound of his jingling spurs.