Feathery birds fly till their wings get sore
Looking for plenty of buffets
When I joined up with a thousand or more
They said, 'Plucky, welcome to duck country'

Oh, but all that I hear
All the whole day long is quack-quack-quack-quack-quack
I should've gone by now
Once I fly south ain't no comin' back
But this freezing bird's no snow bunny

Be seeking a warmer clime
I'm tired of this team's fowl mouth
My assets are freezing up
So I'm flying south
Yeah, I'm flying south

I can't seem to dance with my two webbed feet
And flight sometimes makes my nose tender
I pecked through the trash to get Cold-Eeze
For my cold aching beak
But drug-enhanced flight only hinders

And, somehow I guess it's not too smart
To eat the whole pack-ack-ack-ack-ack
I oughta know by now
Cause now I can't fly
So I'm on Amtrak
At least I am still a billed boarder

Well at least I'm making great time
You ain't gonna see me pout
No lame duck, should speed things up
Cause I'm riding south
Yeah, I'm riding south

You should never hide
Behind a duck who's bli-bli-bli-bli-blind
A sitting duck right now
Now don't you count your ducks before you dine
You'll never know which one's a phony

And if duck's what you came to find
Yeah, if duck's what goes in your mouth
Good luck catching me
Cause I'm heading south
Yeah, I'm heading south

I'm heading south