[Verse 1]
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds in so many words said
"*Quack* Get out of town
*Quack* Get out
*Quack Quack* Get out
*Quack Quack* Get out of town"
And he went with a quack
And a waddle and a quack
In a flurry of eiderdown

[Verse 2]
That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
But at every place they said to his face now
"*Quack* Get out of here
*Quack* Get out
*Quack Quack* Get out
*Quack Quack* Get out of here"
And he went with a quack
And a waddle and a quack
And a very unhappy tear

[Bridge]
All through the wintertime he hid himself away
Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say
All through the winter in his lonely clump of weed
'Til a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
"You're a very fine swan indeed!"
"A swan? Me a swan? Aw, go on!"
And he said, "Yes, you're a swan
Take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see"
And he looked, and he saw, and he said
"I am a swan! Whee!"
[Verse 3]
I'm not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact these birds in so many words said
*Tsk* The best in town
*Tsk* The best
*Tsk Tsk* The best
*Tsk Tsk* The best in town
Not a quack, not a quack
Not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back
And a head so noble and high
"Say, who's an ugly duckling?
Not I"

[Outro]
"Not I"