Birdowner Lyrics - Singles - Steve Kilbey

These are weird times 

There's a widow in my street 

She turns her husbands into birds 

They've got claws instead of feet 

A cage is in the garden 

There's feathers in my phone box 

Screeching, squawking, it sounds like talking 

Damn noise never stops 

See her at the market 

She's buying all the seed 

I walk right up and ask her 

"is there anything you need? " 

I go "coo coo coo" 

What else can I do 

I go "coo coo coo coo coo" 

What else can I do 

I go "coo coo coo" 

What else can I do 

Every night she brings me in 

And I fly around the room 

There's a parrot who was a doctor 

There's a finch who was a clerk 

Two black starlings, former darlings 

Changed the milkman just for a lark 

The cops arrived at dawn 

Things were getting out of hand 

It seems she had her eyes on 

Every single man 

Fumbling with their handcuffs 

They wanted her to fry 

She was waiting in a garden 

Watched them piggies fly