Birds On The Table

I went down to Barbados a year ago. We had a beautiful holiday together, and we stayed in a nice hotel where they brought breakfast to our room on a nice big tray and each room had a kind of an outdoor table. It was beautiful to sit there and have breakfast but the second you walked away from the table - whrrrrrr! - every bird in the Caribbean came down looking to score. I decided it was worth a song to write for my kids, and Angel and I are gonna do it for you...

Birds on the table pickin’ at the crumbs

Look out birdies when the housemaid comes

She’s gonna catch you eatin’ when she comes to clean the room

She’s gonna rattle your feathers with a three-foot broom

In the mornin’ when the sun comes up above the sea

In the mornin’ when my lady loves me

Birds on the juice glass sitting on the rim

Thanks for the juice it could use a little gin

Barbados blackbird what he likes the most

Is tellin’ all the sparrows that’s the butter for the toast

In the mornin’ when the sun comes up above the sea

In the mornin’ when my lady loves me

O - they’re gonna finish up the coffee

O - a little bacon tastes great

O - it only needs a little pepper

Every little bird is gonna polish up his plate

Birds on the table talkin’ while I eat

Hello baby, what a funny place to meet

Peckin’ on the table, peckin’ on the floor

Tellin’ me tomorrow try to leave a little more

In the mornin’ when the sun comes up above the sea

In the mornin’ when my lady loves me

O - they’re gonna finish up the coffee

O - a little bacon tastes great

O - it only needs a little pepper

Every little bird is gonna polish up his plate

Birds on the table talkin’ while I eat

Hello baby, what a funny place to meet

Peckin’ on the table, peckin’ on the floor

Tellin’ me tomorrow try to leave a little more

In the mornin’ when the sun comes up above the sea

In the mornin’ when my lady loves me