Jabba Hot - You Dont Know Lyrics

These are weird times
There's a widow in my street
She turns her husbands into birds
They've got claws instead of feet
A cage is in the garden
There's feathers in my phone box
Screeching, squawking, it sounds like talking
Damn noise never stops
Birdowner
See her at the market
She's buying all the seed
I walk right up and ask her