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With half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak, i was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain, i m a boy or a girl
Poor joey who s a pretty boy then?, poor joey she s a right bastard
this is my routine
I go into a moody, not as though i want to be deleted by an owl
i try to fly
I go into a moody, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
i was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain
I go into a moody, i ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch, i ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch
Disdainfully preen, disdainfully preen
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
A bundle of joy then, speaking as a budgie
i go into a moody
I ve got to fight this awful situation somehow, i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
Disdainfully preen, first i ponder and peck
every christmas they try to get me plastered
i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
a bundle of joy then
in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch
i appreciate the difficulties of owning a pet
speaking as a budgie
I m probably the most typical caged bird in the world, i look in the mirror and i shit on the deck, a bundle of joy then
I know you ll forgive me when i sing this refrain, not as though i want to be deleted by an owl
Old mother nature s left me right in the lurch, i bang my head Ian, i m just to upset to mutter something obscene
How the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak, joey the budgie
Poor joey hello, in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
I think of something creative instead, i ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch Ian, it s like russian roulette
every christmas they try to get me plastered
I m joey the budgie, i look in the mirror and i shit on the deck Poor, poor joe cheerio