If crumbs ya threw'n, If crumbs ya threw'n |
If crumbs ya threw'n, then you're kind, kind, kind, yeah |
If crumbs ya threw'n, If crumbs ya threw'n |
If crumbs ya threw'n, then you're kind, kind, kind, yeah |
I'm flappin' down from my nest |
Wing it to the park when I wanna rest |
You gotta feed good to pass my test |
Coo-oo. Some bread crumbs would be best |
Yeah, I'm a city bird |
I've a seen it done |
Your bag got something, ain't that a bun? |
If bread you got, and you share it too |
You'll hear this birdie coo |
You can chase me with a puppy |
And I'll fly fly fly, fly fly fly, I'll fly fly |
So go ditch your yippie doggie or I'll fly fly fly, fly fly fly |
I know you're kind |
'Cause crumbs ya threw'n |
Tell me with a deli bun |
I'm makin' room |
This bird is poopin' |
Flappin' round in circles with the flock |
I peck your face, poop on your sweater |
That's thank you in pigeon talk |
I know you're kind |
'Cause crumbs ya threw'n |
Mister, don't ya know I'm won |
If crumbs ya threw'n, If crumbs ya threw'n |
If crumbs ya threw'n, then you're kind, kind, kind, Mister |
If crumbs ya threw'n, If crumbs ya threw'n |
If crumbs ya threw'n, then you're kind, kind, kind, Mister |
Hey Mister, don’t you wear raingear |
'Cause it's too late, too late, mister, now |
I get excited when your near |
You got bread crumbs, bread crumbs, wow, oh |
You can chase me with a puppy |
And I'll fly fly fly, fly fly fly, I'll fly fly |
So go ditch your yippie doggie or I'll fly fly fly, fly fly fly |
I know you're kind |
'Cause crumbs ya threw'n |
Tell me with a deli bun |
I'm makin' room, this bird is poopin' |
Flappin' round in circles with the flock |
I peck your face, poop on your sweater |
That's thank you in pigeon talk |
I know you're kind |
'Cause crumbs ya threw'n |
Mister, don't ya know I'm won |
If crumbs ya threw'n, If crumbs ya threw'n |
If crumbs ya threw'n, then you're kind, kind, kind, yeah |
If crumbs ya threw'n, If crumbs ya threw'n |
If crumbs ya threw'n, then you're kind, kind, kind, yeah |
I know you're kind |
'Cause crumbs ya threw'n |
Tell me with a deli bun |
I'm makin' room, this bird is poopin' |
Flappin' round in circles with the flock |
I peck your face, poop on your sweater |
That's thank you in pigeon talk |
I know you're kind |
'Cause crumbs ya threw'n |
Mister, don't ya know I'm won |
Thursday, February 25, 2016
The Pigeon Appreciation Song
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Twilight Pickle
Somewhere in a quiet kitchen |
There's a guy starting to realize |
That his midnight snack has got it's grip on him |
It's two A.M. |
It's two A.M. (It's two A.M.) |
The hunger's on (Hunger's on) |
And that refrigerator's open (Refrigerator) |
The gumbo's all gone (The gumbo's all gone) |
I weigh my selection; it's time to make a sandwich |
I got butter on my fingers |
Bread crumbs over there |
Slices of the roast beef |
And pepper in the air |
Yearning a ghirkin |
When my whole night spins into a frenzy |
Help, I'm gripping onto a kaiser roll |
Pickles almost out, seems I'm needing more |
My buttery hands blunder and "ooh", I snarl |
How am I to open that cold pickle jar |
Soon you will have no more |
When the pickles hit the floor |
Soon you will have no more |
When the pickles hit the floor |
They're falling down in slow-mo |
Destination the floor |
These are not condiments |
Anymore |
Can't get no connection |
Can't grip too |
What to do? |
Well the night weighs heavy on his hungry mind |
This jar's full of picklebrine |
When the pickles fall |
He knows darn well he has to clean it |
And he says, help, I'm gripping onto a kaiser roll |
Pickles almost out, seems I'm needing more |
My buttery hands blunder and "ooh", I snarl |
How am I to open that cold pickle jar? |
Soon you will have no more |
When the pickles hit the floor |
Soon you will have no more |
When the pickles hit the floor |
When the pickles hit the floor |
Monday, February 8, 2016
Giddy Up, Good Knight
Give me a second Knight |
I need to fix your armor plate |
This buckles twisted backwards |
And there's fighting at the castle gate |
It's up to me to get you ready |
Just before the war |
Thy steed's been acting hyped and restless and |
Angry about before and… |
I know I screwed up at this months ago |
I know you'd like to make the fight |
But between the flops and fuddled things |
My oversaid apologies |
You know, I'm trying hard to make it right |
So if by the time the war's over |
When you feel like falling down |
I'll carry your load |
Sir Knight |
We are strong |
So just trust your faithful squire |
I'll raise you up higher |
Than your horse |
Sir Knight |
Please hold on |
If you were just a little lighter |
I'd lift you up higher |
Than your horse |
Now I know that I'm not |
Strong as I thought |
I guess that I |
I just thought |
Maybe we could find new ways to get you up |
But the Huns are back |
So let's raise you up |
'Cause we need someone to carry the war |
Sir Knight |
We are strong |
So lets get the winching wire |
To raise you up higher |
Than your horse |
Sir Knight |
Please hold on |
I'll adjust the winching wire |
To lift you up higher |
Than your horse |
Get on your horse, Good Knight (na na...) |
Just get on your horse, Good Knight (na na...) |
Get on your horse, Good Knight (na na...) |
Just get on your horse, Good Knight (na na...) |
Now you are on your side (na na...) |
You have been spinning and spun (na na...) |
So will someone come and carry the war tonight (na na...) |
The saviors never arrived (na na...) |
But I can hear those drums (na na…) |
So let's get this done and carry the war (na na...) |
Sir Knight |
Please hold on |
I'll adjust the winching wire |
To lift you up higher |
Than your horse |
Sir Knight |
Please hold on |
So I'll set the winching wire |
And raise you up higher |
Than your horse |
So, if by the time |
The war's over |
When you feel like falling down |
I'll carry your load |
Sir Knight |
Sunday, February 7, 2016
The Pumice Shoe
Before I begin, hear one small disclaimer |
For plantar warts, seek podiatrists care |
But when feet are sore, and cracking's a danger |
Don't limp anymore, you have something to wear |
So listen, here's an idea that will bring your feet relief |
The pumice shoe |
It's a new invention all you limpy people need |
The pumice shoe |
Your foot pain will soon be gone, and then you will believe |
The pumice shoe |
The pumice shoe, the pumice shoe for foot care |
When callus cracks, and your heels are tender |
Let's just face the facts, it can be hard to bear |
And if you use it as it's intended |
Your feet will be smooth as a babe's derriere |
So listen, here's an idea that will bring your feet relief |
The pumice shoe |
It's a new invention all you limpy people need |
The pumice shoe |
Your foot pain will soon be gone, and then you will believe |
The pumice shoe |
The pumice shoe, the pumice shoe… |
So listen, here's an idea that will bring your feet relief |
The pumice shoe |
It's a new invention all you limpy people need |
The pumice shoe |
Your foot pain will soon be gone, and then you will believe |
The pumice shoe |
The pumice shoe, the pumice shoe… |
I'm gonna sell ya, your feet will sell ya |
Smooth feet will sell ya, I'm gonna sell ya |
So listen, here's an idea that will bring your feet relief |
The pumice shoe |
It's a new invention all you limpy people need |
The pumice shoe |
Your foot pain will soon be gone, and then you will believe |
The pumice shoe |
The pumice shoe, the pumice shoe… |
So listen, here's an idea that will bring your feet relief |
The pumice shoe |
It's a new invention all you limpy people need |
The pumice shoe |
You can have volcanic footwear sent to you C.O.D. |
The pumice shoe |
The pumice shoe, … |
The pumice shoe |
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Super Stinky Man
Driving to the middle of nowhere |
Windows rolled down for the wind |
Coughing when I'm cruising the motorway |
When I'm out of breath (Out of breath) |
Because it's back there you farted |
Stunk the air up again |
Drive and I pray, try to blow it away |
And then you do it again (Do it again. Do it again) |
Now we found your super power |
There the air we're breathing again |
Super villians seek surrender |
Get up, go out, do it again |
And then it's back there you farted |
Saved the whole town again (Stunk the air up again) |
Back there you farted |
Go on, do it again (Do it again) |
And you think the world is going to get better |
Pass some gas and do it again |
Give 'em a fart and knock 'em over |
Today you will, but where will it end |
Because it's back there you farted |
Stunk the air up again |
Driving all day, try to air it away |
Then you do it again (Do it again. Do it again. Do it again) |
In days gone by you thought you were an average guy |
Average friends and a dull set of clothes |
You had no suspicions events would affect those |
Your dull house, your dull car, your dull job, your dull nose |
But you ate some broccoli and it's saving the day |
Because the way that it fermented keeps making villians say |
Give up. I give up (Give up. I give up) |
Back there you farted, saved the whole town again |
Back there you farted, go on and do it again (Do it again. Do it again) |
Back there you farted, saved the whole town again |
Day after day they give up and I say |
Do it again. Do it again. Do it again. |
Day after day they give up and I say |
Go on and do it again (Do it again. Do it again. Do it again.) |
Friday, February 5, 2016
Hobbit Love Song
Second breakfast time |
In a hobbit hole home gotta stop and dine |
So relax your feet, eat up and unwind |
Have some herbal tea, and a yummy bun, it's an elven one |
In this hobbit home, time to eat, you and I, we two alone |
An edible, hobbit full, bellyful |
To break my fast again |
And I just want to know, Bilbo |
Are you hungry? Have an elf cake, Bilbo |
I, I love you like an elf cake, Bilbo |
Honey Hobbit, have an elf cake, Bilbo |
And I'll braid your hairy feet-feet-feet-feet-feet |
Are you hungry? Have an elf cake, Bilbo |
I, I love you like an elf cake, Bilbo |
Honey Hobbit, have an elf cake, Bilbo |
And I'll braid your hairy feet-feet-feet-feet-feet |
Stay with me, and let no wizard take you away from me |
Say goodbye to those dwarves and their questing pleas |
You need food to eat, wouldn't you |
Don't you feel like having elf food |
It's so yummy |
It's known elvenkind bake with mastery |
These are flavorful, honeyful, wonderful |
These are… And I just want to know, Bilbo |
Are you hungry? Have an elf cake, Bilbo |
I, I love you like an elf cake, Bilbo |
Honey Hobbit, have an elf cake, Bilbo |
And I'll braid your hairy feet-feet-feet-feet-feet |
Are you hungry? Have an elf cake, Bilbo |
I, I love you like an elf cake, Bilbo |
Honey Hobbit, have an elf cake, Bilbo |
And I'll braid your hairy feet-feet-feet-feet-feet |
My own foot hairs |
Groomed and done up, with dwarven braid cords and love |
The way to your heart, that cute belly ball |
A meal that goes on and on |
Are you hungry? Have an elf cake, Bilbo |
I, I love you like an elf cake, Bilbo |
Honey Hobbit, have an elf cake, Bilbo |
And I'll braid your hairy feet-feet-feet-feet-feet |
Are you hungry? Have an elf cake, Bilbo |
I, I love you like an elf cake, Bilbo |
Honey Hobbit, have an elf cake, Bilbo |
Hobbit love song |
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Grasses Get Mowed
Well, I knew a little lady, and she was in a jam |
So I did all her yardwork, and put out her garbage cans |
Whoa, I made some bread to blow |
Well she told Mister Kramer who's been spreading my name |
'Cause I trimmed his roses and they're really a pain |
Hey, hey, and then I met the Vandelay's |
One, two, three, they refer neighbors to me |
Cause I'm the best gardner that will gardner yards for cheap |
One, two, three, they refer neighbors to me |
The green things always grow, and I always pull the weeds |
Grasses over grow-ow-own, their lawns be |
Get it mow-ow-owed, they want me, to rake the ya-ar-ard |
It grows you know |
Grasses get mowed |
Got an extra fiver pruning two whole trees |
Mister Ping told the Putty's and they tipped Babu to me |
My, my, how those grasses grow high |
I get five, I'm the guy for the mow |
Doing yardwork, weeding, and trim the hedges low |
You know, that's how this gardner rolls |
One, two, three, they refer neighbors to me |
Cause I'm the best gardner that will gardner yards for cheap |
One, two, three, they refer neighbors to me |
The green things always grow, and I always rake the leaves |
Grasses over grow-ow-own, their lawns be |
Get it mow-ow-owed, they want me, to rake the ya-ar-ard |
It grows you know |
Those grasses over grow-ow-own, their lawns be |
Get it mow-ow-owed, they want me, to rake the ya-ar-ard |
It grows you know |
Grasses get mowed |
One, two, three, they refer neighbors to me |
If they're short of money, do the job for a grilled cheese |
One, two, three, they refer neighbors to me |
The green things always grow, and I always pull the weeds |
Those grasses over grow-ow-own, their lawns be |
Get it mow-ow-owed, they want me, to rake the ya-ar-ard |
It grows you know |
Grasses over grow-ow-own, their lawns be |
Get it mow-ow-owed, they want me, to rake the ya-ar-ard |
It grows you know |
Grasses get mowed |
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