Birdie Brain

I hate the steam train that whistles woozy my bird brain,

That sends my spaniel insane.

And Ill stop riding side saddle if they dont stop the clickity clattle,

Ill jump in the undertow penguin paddle and drown in my wedding gown.

Ive been told the Bronx River stream on moonlit nights is meant

To seem like the Rhone in a glacier icy dream but then in a poof ts sulfur steam.

I hate the aeroplane that nearly misses my birdie brain,

That terrifies my terrier insane.

And Ill stop riding side saddle if they dont stop the clickity clattle,

Ill jump in the undertow penguin paddle and drown in my wedding gown.

I was drinking by the Des Plaines River when the naught of night

Served for making me shiver and me the squirrels would hold hands

And quiver cause that damnable diesel never fails to deliver.

I hate the livery cars that have my bird brain seeing stars,

That drive my Doberman to drink in bars.

And Ill stop riding side saddle if they dont stop the clickity clattle,

Ill jump in the undertow penguin paddle and drown in my wedding gown.

I hate the steam train that whistles woozy my bird brain,

That sends my spaniel insane.

And Ill stop riding side saddle if they dont stop the clickity clattle,

Ill jump in the undertow penguin paddle and drown in my dressing gown.