I’ve been told by many books and things That I can read minds and I agree, at least in my dreams I’ve been yelled at by many road-ragers Making love to their coffee and pagers now, heading down south
The lark was humming and softly I kept drumming And the world was in rhyme and it made sense for a short time In this little tune about the old kazoo
Songbird, Songbird, whatever bird you are Give me your voice and your flight Songbird I don’t care if you’re an old kazoo Sing to me and I will sing to you
I’ve been seen to be heartbroken Not so much a heartbreaker but an “I love you,” And “I think you do too” I’ve been known to be confused By the colors and the shapes of our round little sphere, On which we appeared
The lark was humming and softly I kept drumming And the world was in rhyme and it made sense for a short time In this little tune about the old kazoo
Songbird, Songbird, whatever bird you are Give me your voice and your flight Songbird I don’t care if you’re an old kazoo Sing to me and I will sing to you
And then the Greek Muses and the sirens on the rocks Told me they liked my song And then the Greek Muses told the sirens on the rocks Don’t you dare touch those folks near those rocks Don’t you touch those folks near those rocks Orpheus told me so
Songbird, Songbird, whatever bird you are Give me your voice and your flight Songbird I don’t care if you’re an old kazoo Sing to me and I will sing to you Sing to me and I will sing to you Sing to me and I will sing to you