Birds in the City

You're a grown man of thirty-five (thirty-five)

Who ain't concerned with time and still wastes mine

Soon as you put me in the dinghy

Out the blue I'm too clingy

Wah... you took me for the ride all along

I tried to take it all in my stride

Ergo my face of chipped pride

A single dove is hard to find

And this ain't the sea side

Now I'm a bird in the city

And, if you think I'm so pretty

Why, why do I spend my nights alone?

And, I'm singin'

Aah~oo~da~ ×３

Birds in the city

Aah~oo~da~ ×２

(Some birds aren't meant to be caged)

(Their feathers are just too bright)

Aah~oo~da~ ×４

I ain't tryin' to have a fight tonight (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Gorillas holla from the building side (oo, ah, ah, ah, ah)

And, I ain't even tryin' to hear it

Now their callin' me a ***** (gasp) ah

Damned if I do or when I don't (when I don't)

Aah~oo~da~ ×３

Birds in the city

Aah~oo~da~ ×２

(Some birds aren't meant to be caged)

(Their feathers are just too bright)

Aah~oo~da~ ×４

I don't care if its a Hummer or Rolex (dada)

White front or all over (dadadadada)

But in card or cash or bouncing checks

Leave the dishes served with disrespect

Aah~oo~da~ ×３

Birds in the city

Aah~oo~da~ ×２

(Some birds aren't meant to be caged)

(Their feathers are just too bright)

Aah~oo~da~ ×３

Birds in the city

Aah~oo~da~ ×２