I think I found the culprit Looks like you, it must be you Ain't found nothin' better yet What's the matter with you, ya' got nothin' to do? Two crumbs on my windowsill Two birds sittin' there perfectly still One of them up to no good The other one doin' what he totally should (Chorus) Birds of a feather may lay together But the uglier one is always under the gun (x4) (Chorus) Birds of a feather may lay together But the uglier one is always under the gun (x3)