Cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo..
Cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo..
[Tony D]
At first you might have thought this was a song from the Blackbyrds
Nope.. it's a song about crack birds
The way they conduct themselves is absurd
I'm talkin about the feather crested wheezy woolie bird
Her body - is shriveled up like a prune
She's always chirpin that same ol' tune
On a mission, just to get a shoulder boulder
A bump, a pellet, so yo, I told her
to wise up - get your pants sized up!
Stop walkin around, with your eyes shut
It seems to me that you don't care if you have dirty knees
(yeah I know why) "you got the birdie disease"
[Chorus]
[scratching "You got it!" x3]
"You got the birdie disease"
[scratching "You got it!" x3]
"You got the birdie disease"
[Tony D]
Lips for dips, dips for lips
While she's rubbin the T.D., you ease the hips
cause she don't care, she'll let you wax that a**
As long as her purple lips are on that gla**
Cause she's a friendship bird, don't confuse it with a bug
A friendship bird, knows how to thoroughly search a rug
for a pebble, they know is not there
She's fiendin for more so she leaves she don't care
cause she's off.. on a brand new mission
To search the couch and perhaps your seat cushion
She comes up with a nickel a penny and a quarter
That's thirty-one cents, maybe more and she can order
a pellet, to burn it and smell it
Anything you had - she'll try to sell it
Cause she's fiendin, she's moanin, she's cryin
She's beggin you please (but yo) "you got the birdie disease"
[Chorus]
[Tony D]
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of crack
That's not where it's at, stop livin like that
On the hunt - stop tryin to be a stunt
If the jimmy was a [??] you'd smoke the blunts
So yo G, keep your eyes on your J-E-E-P
So don't S-L-E-E-P
Or you might be E-S-O-R or a Y
Go to the third eye with a bird eye, you gotta watch your back
Because the duck-billed platypus is known to quack in crack
Light as a feather she could blow away
with the slightest of a breeze "you got the birdie disease"
[Chorus]
[Tony D]
Last verse is the curse of the worst in history
I'm gonna quench your thirst with a mystery
Surroundin the subject is a fine specimen
The wheezy woozy bird gets the best of them
Never an [?] bird although they can be ruthless
It's hard for them to whistle cause they mouths is toothless
Bunions on they feet from her feather-crested hair
Dude there's nothin in the world, you could compare
to the smell of a skunk, kickin up funk
Pushin a shoppin cart full of junk
I wish they could put an end to this sleeze
and tell them, yo "you got the birdie disease"
[Chorus]