What they dont got is papers
What could you be thinking of
Im so benine and kind
An abasador of love
I've got good will, nice teeth
And plus the right of way
Then who are you to act in such an evil way
My crutch is dead
My face is red
I wish I were back home in bed
I've got this picture perfect village
That resides inside my head
But im walking by your horn
And your angry little finger instead
Dont give me the bird
Just shake your fist
Dont utter a word
Just blow me a kiss
Were all in this together
Were birds of a feather
But not that bird
I Love You
Is it just me to think
What could I ever done
Youve got one branch, five twigs
And one lonely one
I got here first, youre in my path
Youre in my life, youre in the road
Keep your gesture to yourself
Look ahead and move along
With feet of lead
I bet you said
Why did i stop
I should of staid
I am a polly
And a remake
And can you believe im wed
My heart is broken by your horn
And your angry little finger instead
Londons got the v's
L.A.'s got the gun
Billy snaps his elbow at almost any one
Paris with their teeth
Italians with their chin
Always good to know what country you are in
Im not that old
Im not that young
And I dont partake in rage
I pray for peace
I pray for dogs
And always act my age
About my age
And this is why I react to you this way
Dont flip me off, no not now
My birthday is today
You cussed in bed
And have you said
My brand of shivlery is dead
But im beeping bird of happiness
You stupid little kid
No word are spoken just your horn
And your angry middle finger instead
I love you