As i commited my crimes in a darkened room A bird flew by, it saw what i'd done and set up a nest outside And he sang about what i'd become He sang so loud He sang so clear I was afraid all the neighbours would hear So i invited him in, to reason with him I promised i wouldn't do it again But he sang louder and louder inside the house And now i couldn't get him out So I trapped him under a cardboard box And stood on it to make him stop I picked up the bird and above the dim i said "That's the last song you'll ever sing" Held him down, broke his neck Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget
Then i put that bird in a cooking pot Boiled him up and ate the lot Then i sat in the silence Thanked the lord for peace Coughed up a feather and fell asleep But in my dreams began to creep that old familiar tweet tweet tweet
I opened my mouth to scream and shout I waved my arms and flapped about But i couldn't scream and I couldn't shout Cause the song was coming from my mouth
I opened my mouth to scream and shout I waved my arms and flapped about But i couldn't scream I couldn't shout The song was coming from my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth The song was coming from my mouth.