Ooh, the spoken word,
Sometimes so quiet almost unheard
This is another song about an imaginary bird
I like the way she walks up the stairs
Minus her underwear
Looks like a butterfly ready to go
And it's only a girl, it's only a girl
There'll be another one on her way
It's only a girl, whattya say?
I wish my car would start
I told you, I'm a good guy now
Helping you, helping you to help yourself
And I've been waiting longer, much longer than a week
The post is late, and the press says it's illegal, hey hey
And the press says, what's your name
The company you keep
I think that they should shoulder some of the blame