Pick up those sticks
I'll grab some mud
Put them together and
We'll mash it all up
This home made of twigs and spit
This home we made, is where we will live.
Papa bird reads the morning paper
Mama bird fries up some potatoes
The sunshine's warming up the nest
Baby bird is sitting in his own mess
But life is easy, easy enough
As long as we've got hash browns and us
Papa bird joins the daily rat race
Mama bird smiles when baby makes that face
Shadows of leaves dance in his eye
Baby bird just sits and wonders why
And then he laughs, and claps his hands
So many things to discover all across this fertile land
Papa bird lights up his pipe
Mama bird, she settles in for the night
The sun sets on the mountain range
Baby bird thinks that this world is strange
And he's not wrong, and there's no doubt
He has an entire lifetime to figure it out
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Pick up those sticks
I'll grab some mud
Put them together and
We'll mash it all up
This home made of twigs and spit
This home we made, is where we will live.
Papa bird reads the morning paper
Mama bird fries up some potatoes
The sunshine's warming up the nest
Baby bird is sitting in his own mess
But life is easy, easy enough
As long as we've got hash browns and us
Papa bird joins the daily rat race
Mama bird smiles when baby makes that face
Shadows of leaves dance in his eye
Baby bird just sits and wonders why
And then he laughs, and claps his hands
So many things to discover all across this fertile land
Papa bird lights up his pipe
Mama bird, she settles in for the night
The sun sets on the mountain range
Baby bird thinks that this world is strange
And he's not wrong, and there's no doubt
He has an entire lifetime to figure it out
I'll grab some mud
Put them together and
We'll mash it all up
This home made of twigs and spit
This home we made, is where we will live.
Papa bird reads the morning paper
Mama bird fries up some potatoes
The sunshine's warming up the nest
Baby bird is sitting in his own mess
But life is easy, easy enough
As long as we've got hash browns and us
Papa bird joins the daily rat race
Mama bird smiles when baby makes that face
Shadows of leaves dance in his eye
Baby bird just sits and wonders why
And then he laughs, and claps his hands
So many things to discover all across this fertile land
Papa bird lights up his pipe
Mama bird, she settles in for the night
The sun sets on the mountain range
Baby bird thinks that this world is strange
And he's not wrong, and there's no doubt
He has an entire lifetime to figure it out
Writer: Russell Gong
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