Cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo..
Cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo..
[Tony D]
At first you might have thought this was a song from the Blackbyrds
Nope.. it`s a song about crack birds
The way they conduct themselves is absurd
I`m talkin about the feather crested wheezy woolie bird
Her body - is shriveled up like a prune
She`s always chirpin that same ol` tune
On a mission, just to get a shoulder boulder
A bump, a pellet, so yo, I told her
to wise up - get your pants sized up!
Stop walkin around, with your eyes shut
It seems to me that you don`t care if you have dirty knees
(yeah I know why) you got the birdie disease
[Chorus]
{*scratching You got it! 3X*}
You got the birdie disease
{*scratching You got it! 3X*}
You got the birdie disease
[Tony D]
Lips for dips, dips for lips
While she`s rubbin the T.D., you ease the hips
cause she don`t care, she`ll let you wax that ass
As long as her purple lips are on that glass
Cause she`s a friendship bird, don`t confuse it with a bug
A friendship bird, knows how to thoroughly search a rug
for a pebble, they know is not there
She`s fiendin for more so she leaves she don`t care
cause she`s off.. on a brand new mission
To search the couch and perhaps your seat cushion
She comes up with a nickel a penny and a quarter
That`s thirty-one cents, maybe more and she can order
a pellet, to burn it and smell it
Anything you had - she`ll try to sell it
Cause she`s fiendin, she`s moanin, she`s cryin
She`s beggin you please (but yo) you got the birdie disease
[Chorus]
[Tony D]
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of crack
That`s not where it`s at, stop livin like that
On the hunt - stop tryin to be a stunt
If the jimmy was a (??) you`d smoke the blunts
So yo G, keep your eyes on your J-E-E-P
So don`t S-L-E-E-P
Or you might be E-S-O-R or a Y
Go to the third eye with a bird eye, you gotta watch your back
Because the duck-billed platypus is known to quack in crack
Light as a feather she could blow away
with the slightest of a breeze you got the birdie disease
[Chorus]
[Tony D]
Last verse is the curse of the worst in history
I`m gonna quench your thirst with a mystery
Surroundin the subject is a fine specimen
The wheezy woozy bird gets the best of them
Never an (?) bird although they can be ruthless
It`s hard for them to whistle cause they mouths is toothless
Bunions on they feet from her feather-crested hair
Dude there`s nothin in the world, you could compare
to the smell of a skunk, kickin up funk
Pushin a shoppin cart full of junk
I wish they could put an end to this sleeze
and tell them, yo you got the birdie disease
[Chorus]
