The pigeons hate the city
Just as much as we
Well, they can't breathe and we can't leave
We were all born in the streets
But don't you know you're not as old as you're worth
If you stay where the money is, you'll never learn
I don't care if it's rainy or fine
It's the country for me every time
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
The pigeons hate the city
Just as much as we
Well, they hate the fumes and they get the city blues
Just like you and me
But I know I'm leaving on the very next train
Back to the trees and the country lanes
I need the air and the people out there
If you could come, I wish you'd do the same
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
But I know I'm leaving on the very next train
Back to the trees and the country lanes
I need the air and the people out there
If you could come, I wish, I wish you'd do the same
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
The pigeons hate the city
Just as much as we
Well, they can't breathe and we can't leave
We were all born in the streets
But don't you know you're not as old as you're worth
If you stay where the money is, you'll never learn
I don't care if it's rainy or fine
It's the country for me every time
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, d-do-do-do-do, do
Da-da-da-da-da, d-da-da-da-da, da
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Do-do-do-do-do