Oh, the chirruping of the birdies on the sycamore tree They're lucky to be so happy and free I know that the chirruping sounds a little different to me I hear them saying early ev'ry morn, "Get up! Get up! Get up!"
The chirruping of the birdies on the sycamore tree It's lovely to see them having a spree A cheeky one this morning popped up on the sill and said (Whistle) "Get out of bed!"
Hopping about, skipping about, flopping about And nipping about the whole day through And the funny little things they do Oh, I know they would amuse you too
Flying a bit, doing a jig, looking for grit Pecking a twig, their necks all screwed And I seem to hear them say, "Get out of bed, shift your lazy head Don't you know that Nippy want's his little piece of bread"
(Whistling)
Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh Aah-aah-aah-ahh-aah-aah-aah-aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh Aah-aah, ah-aah, ah-aah, ah-aah, get out of bed!
Oh, the chirruping of the birdies in the sycamore tree They're lucky to be so happy and free I know that the chirruping sounds a little different to me I hear them saying early ev'ry morn, "Get up! Get up! Get up!"
The chirruping of the birdies on the sycamore tree It's lovely to see them having a spree So off I went and threw a piece of bread upon the lawn (Whistle) The bread was Gone! Gone! Gone! Gone! The bread was gone!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
