Can`t you see, there`s a bird on me
Oh can`t you see, there`s a bird on me
I can`t tell if there`s 1 or 2 or 10 or 3
Don`t want to complain or raise a fuss
But them birds up there think I`m a motorbus
Oh gee, there`s a bird on me
Oh don`t ya see, there`s a bird on me
They sit there talking to each other not to me
Now how do I find a way to explain
That I`m not a boat or a railway train?
Little birdie fly away and don`t ya come back no other day
Shoo!
Oh can`t you see, there`s a bird on me
Oh woe is me, there`s a bird on me
I`m so durn sick of every feathered friend, oh gee!
Stop your chirping and quack quack quack
Come on birdie get off my back!