I Fucked a Parrot

Let's start with this I was not having one of my better days In a dreary month of a dismal year I'd lost my wife, lost my kids, lost my home Cold wind lashing my face with rain As I stood on the platform waiting for my train That's when I saw the punk Teenage punk Orange and blue spiked hair Body piercings everywhere He glared at me I glared right back We had a glaring contest Finally he snarled at me You got a problem? I said, "Yeah, I got a problem You see, 17 years ago 17 years ago I fucked a parrot; it was just for fun Orange and blue feathers, she was such a pretty one When it was over, I said, Listen, Hon Wish I could spend the night, but I gotta run I guess she told her daddy what I done 'Cause he came chasing after me with his gun That's when I left town disguised as a nun I fucked a parrot; now I'm wondering If you could be my son Son? I said, reaching out to him He wasn't glaring anymore, so I guess I won Although, come to think of it, I wasn't glaring no more, neither It's not easy to glare and sing about having relations With a parrot at the same time He walked over to me as our train pulled into the station Smiling, smiling now And said how he couldn't wait to tell all his friends about the parrot story 17 years ago, he said, getting on the train 17 years ago I fucked a parrot; it was just for fun Orange and blue feathers, she was such a pretty one When it was over, I said, Listen, Hon Wish I could spend the night, but I gotta run I guess she told her daddy what I done 'Cause he came chasing after me with his gun That's when I left town disguised as a nun I fucked a parrot; now I'm wondering If you could be my son