Lyrics
i m a boy or a girl
first i ponder and peck
i m just to upset to mutter something obscene
I m a boy or a girl, i try to fly, how the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak
Poor joey she s a right bastard, i think of something creative instead, how the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak
I was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain, disdainfully preen Joey, i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
I think of something creative instead, in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch Poor, i know you ll forgive me when i sing this refrain
with half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak
Poor joe cheerio, poor joey who s a pretty boy then? Poor, joey the budgie
i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
I m just to upset to mutter something obscene, i bang my head, spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
In cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, i bang my head
In cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
Poor joe hello, how the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
Old mother nature s left me right in the lurch, disdainfully preen
I look in the mirror and i shit on the deck, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
not as though i want to be deleted by an owl
I try to fly, poor joey hello, i know you ll forgive me when i sing this refrain
Poor joe cheerio, i m joey the budgie
I look in the mirror and i shit on the deck, this is my routine
i know you ll forgive me when i sing this refrain
Speaking as a budgie, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
I look in the mirror and i shit on the deck, in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
i was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain
I bang my head, in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch
i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
i think of something creative instead
poor joey she s a right bastard
I m a boy or a girl, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
I m probably the most typical caged bird in the world, i think of something creative instead Joey, poor joe hello
Speaking as a budgie, poor joey hello
I know you ll forgive me when i sing this refrain, i bang my head, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
I was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain, poor joe cheerio
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
Speaking as a budgie, joey the budgie, it s like russian roulette
I try to fly, i ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch
I look in the mirror and i shit on the deck, i bang my head
In cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, joey the budgie
