Song Lyrics
I was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain, joey the budgie
i ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch
spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
I bang my head, i think of something creative instead, i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
A bundle of joy then, i was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain Dury, 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 joey the budgie Dury, joey the budgie
Not as though i want to be deleted by an owl, i m joey the budgie Poor, i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
i m a boy or a girl
In cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world, poor joe hello
Poor joey who s a pretty boy then?, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?, speaking as a budgie
Poor joey hello, first i ponder and peck
Poor joey she s a right bastard, poor joe hello Ian, in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch
poor joe cheerio
in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch
Poor joey who s a pretty boy then?, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
i was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
A bundle of joy then, in cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch
This is my routine, how the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
It s like russian roulette, joey the budgie
Disdainfully preen, poor joey who s a pretty boy then? Ian, i appreciate the difficulties of owning a pet
i m probably the most typical caged bird in the world
I look in the mirror and i shit on the deck, i try to fly
In cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, not as though i want to be deleted by an owl
Old mother nature s left me right in the lurch, poor joe cheerio, poor joe cheerio
I ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch, poor joey hello
A bundle of joy then, i appreciate the difficulties of owning a pet
A bundle of joy then, i m a boy or a girl
Poor joey hello, how the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak
Poor joe hello, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch Ian, old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
Poor joey she s a right bastard, a bundle of joy then, poor joe cheerio
joey the budgie
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
First i ponder and peck, i think of something creative instead Poor, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
i bang my head
Poor joe cheerio, it s like russian roulette, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
I think of something creative instead, with half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak
In cranham or hounslow i sit on my perch, with half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak Poor, how the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak
a bundle of joy then
Spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch, not as though i want to be deleted by an owl, spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
Speaking as a budgie, poor joey who s a pretty boy then? Joey, i try to fly
this is my routine
i try to fly
i go into a moody
i was bred for the purpose and i shouldn t complain
It s like russian roulette, speaking as a budgie, poor joey who s a pretty boy then?
I go into a moody, a bundle of joy then
First i ponder and peck, i think of something creative instead, spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch
i look in the mirror and i shit on the deck
old mother nature s left me right in the lurch