We bought a parrot at the smelly pet store You laughed when I taught it to call you a who*e In the park we threw bread at pigeons But the zoo binocular vision, it wins Big news for the birdwatchers Natural selection is speeding up Your show is going off the air Where my birdfeeder was is a bugzapper In the winter I threw rocks at the crows In the springtime I stepped on sparrows In the summer I strangled hummingbirds In the fall I ate frozen turkey dinners Big news for the birdwatchers I'm goin' hunting tomorrow morning Your show is going off the air There are razors mixed in with my birdseed Two broken wings and half of a beak Have been decaying in my basement for over a week Cages filled with oily rags Matches and old papers, moist miniature gags Big news for the birdwatchers Your show is going off the air There are razors