Birdplane

I can’t stand to fly

I’m not that naive.

I’m just out to find,

the better part of me.

I’m more than a bird

I’m more than a plane

I’m a bird-plane

I’m a bird-plane

I’m a bird-plane

Part of me is a bird;

the other part is a plane.

See my feathers; hear my engines.

My beak and my hydraulic suspensions.

A Bird-plane.

I’m a bird-plane!

I’m a bird-plane.

Check me out I’m a bird-plane

I wish I could cry, and fall upon my beak

Find a way to lie, and pretend I’m not a freak

It may sound insane; it might be absurd.

But I’m a plane, and I’m also a bird

You may be confused, now don’t be naive,

‘Cause I can eat petrol flavoured bird seed

‘Cause I’m a bird plane.

I’m a bird plane.

I’m a bird plane.

A mother fucking bird plane.

And it’s not easy to be a bird plane.