Poor Joey Lyrics - Singles - Ian Dury

I'm Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl 

I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the world 

In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch 

Old Mother Nature's left me right in the lurch 

This is my routine: first I ponder and peck 

I look in the mirror and I shit on the deck 

I try to fly, I bang my head 

I think of something creative instead 

I ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch 

Spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch 

Not as though I want to be deleted by an owl 

I've got to fight this awful situation somehow 

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Poor Joey (who's a pretty boy then?) 

Poor Joey 

Poor Joe 

Poor Joey 

A bundle of joy then 

Poor Joey (hello) 

How the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak 

With half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak? 

I go into a moody, disdainfully preen 

And just to upset her, mutter something obscene 

I appreciate the difficulties of owning a pet 

Speaking as a budgie, it's like Russian Roulette 

I was bred for the purpose and I shouldn't complain 

I know you'll forgive me when I sing this refrain 

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Poor Joey 

Poor Joe 

Poor Joey 

Every Christmas they try and get me plastered 

Poor Joey (hello) 

Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl 

I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the world 

In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch 

Old Mother Nature's left me right in the lurch 

Poor Joey (who's a pretty boy then?) 

Poor Joey 

Poor Joe 

Poor Joey 

A bundle of joy then 

Poor Joey (hello) 

Poor Joey 

Poor Joe 

Poor Joey 

Poor Joe 

Poor Joey (who's a pretty boy then?) 

Poor Joe (hello) 

Poor Joey 

Poor Joe 

(cheerio)