Well, here's the ditty
to all the Bills,
Johns, and Henrys
that said me wrong.
Especially you cats out there
that play the horses.
That's what the bird sang to me.
Here it is.
Early one morning,
alone on a fence,
A little birdie sat his head
bowed in suspense.
He was dreaming of days
when it was immense,
And horses was all the rage, yeah.
Now big trolley cars and automobiles
have taken the place of the horse.
And every day,
as a boy sings on the fence this way,
you hear him singing a voice
so hoarse.
Nobody loves me, I know.
Nobody cares for me so.
Since they've moved all
the race courses,
the birdies have no place to go.
What will the poor sparrow do
when there's nothing left for him to chew?
You can't get a meal from an automobile,
that's what the birds say to me.
Hmm, nobody loves me
I know, nobody cares for me so
Since they've moved all the racecourses,
the birdies have no place to go
What will the poor sparrow do,
when there's nothing left
for him to chew?
You can't get a meal from an automobile,
that's what the birds say to me,
twa, twa, twa.
Yeah!
How about that, best boy?