Birdie hop, he do, He hop along A lonely bird upon A window there, he, he There he blow A windy snow, he knew the snow I know the snow, a hoppy bird
The antelope ride around the parasol Just to see if he's a man enough To meet you in the sandpit On a flying kind of sighing In a meddlesome way You know the way I see the flies
She's a little kite, the sort you think you might Like to fly 'er and like a kite You get to see her every night You know the way
She's only paving her way Hectachrome plane I see the flies
Birdie hop, he do, he hop along A lonely bird upon A window there, he, he, There he blow, the windy snow, He know the snow, a hoppy bird
A camel woke up to a polish dawn Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone He wouldn't like it Wouldn't have the strength to fight it I see the flies
I'm the only bird, a little third, I lost a quarter, had a yearning
to be earning just a dollar a day And in a way you shouldn't like it Hectachrome plane I see the fliesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
