Ah-ah
These birds in my home
Uh, yeah, uh (yeah-eah-eah-ey)

Coughin' up some feathers
Like I had pillows in my neck
I like birds, man, they're really cute (yeah, uh)
But to own hundreds might seem odd to you
There's sev'ral flocks in tight formation
Takin' dumps on my TV (hey, yeah)
But aside from their own migration
I just can't let them go, you see, whoah-oh
Sparrows, doves and pigeons (uh), oh-oh (uh)
Overwhelmed a smidgen (yeah), whoah-oh
But you know, but you kno-ow (whoah-oh), but you kno-ow, whoah-oh
It's not in my nature, whoah-oh
To say "Birds, see you late-er"

These birds in my home are all my own (uh, uh)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Might keep me a-awake all night and day
Still love you-ou, love you-ou (still love you-ou, uh)

They try to show love with their beaks
And now you know why my head always bleeds
Blow all my money on huge bags of feed
And replacements of books and tees
I may have falcons with talons like hooks
But I still snuggle with them, just look
Not in that way, you perverted schmuck
Though birds I love, I'd ne-e-ever fuck a du-u-uck

These birds in my home (these birds in my-y home)
Are all my own (they're all my own)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
They might defe-ecate (love to defecate) right on my face, huh
Still love you-ou (still love you), still love you (love you)
These birds in my home are all my own (yeah, I love you)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you-ou-ou)
Sometimes, they do-o break (occasion'lly brea-ea-ea-eak) my window panes
Still love you-ou, love you-ou (love you-ou)

House is a giant cage
For eagles, owls and cranes
And a few hundred other kinds
By the birds, I've been cho-osen (cho-osen, cho-ose, ah-ah-ah)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh (woo!), whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (whoah-oh)
At birth, was abandoned (uh), oh-oh (uh)
By parents, such asses (yeah), whoah-oh
Raised by crows and jaybirds
Now I return the favou-ou-ou-ou-our (yeah, uh)

These birds in my home (these birds in my home) are all my own (true, you know)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
No "persona-al space" (inside of their brai-ai-ains, there's no real space)
Inside their brains (yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
Still love you-ou (love you), still love you (the-ese birds)
These birds in my home (in my-y ho-o-ome) are all my own (I'll never part, uh, yeah)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you)
Parrots, I have trained (accident'lly trained) to spew profane (yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
Still love you-ou, love you-ou (still love you-ou)

These birds in my home
Would ne-e-ever part (ah-ah-ah, uh, yeah, uh)
I love you, I love you-ou
Could say I'm a birdbrain
Can't deny it anyway (ah)
Cause I've got birds on the brain (yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
I love you, from hawk to jay