The Bird Song

There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard Waving a briefcase a hollerinThere's mailman stumbling to his truck With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and I know there's times that you Wish you had my point of view I can see two skin-kneed boys Down at the creek Smoking daddy's cigarette butts Down there's a man cussing me Cuz he got his car all washed and waxed up But I ain't done nothing wrong, I'm just a bird singing my song. Looking down on the world below Here they come and there they go I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine