Wyld Tyrkys
Hey wild turkey
Where you think you're going
Can you take me with you
Gobbling up and down
The pretty country highway
Avoiding being turkey stew
Nobody else can tell you what to do
Carrying your bottles round with you
Wander, turkey, wander
Somewhere you're more fonder
Of but you should really
Wear some gloves
When you go digging in other people's trash
It could leave you with a rash
Grabbin' bottles to buy bottles
You can coddle til its empty
And you give it back
For more bottles
Gobble gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Spread your wings
And fly a little higher
You're almost there
At the top
Close your eyes
Visualize
You'll be satisfied
With your bottle's last drop
You can tell
You're still wandering down the road
Trotting back and forth
Just searching for your gold
The last thing on your mind
Is resting your spine
You are on a sojourn
One you can't define
Wander, turkey, wander
Somewhere you're more fonder
Of but you should really
Wear some gloves
When you go digging in other people's trash
It could leave you with a rash
Grabbin' bottles to buy bottles
You can coddle til its empty
And you give it back
For more bottles
Gobble gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Two more towns
Three more alleys
And a bus stop
And you keep.gobbling along
Never lost
But you rarely
Have your bearings
Yet you never seem to fall
Your feathers block the sun
From crimping up your skin
But on a summer day
It must be hot as sin
You disappeared behind a hill
And I don't know
Hoe much longer all this
Gobbling's gonna go
Wander, turkey, wander
Next time I see you
Your bottles aren't empty
For once you've
Taken a seat
I'd move in closer
But can't tell if this bird's mean
Or if it'd let me
Pet its beak
All the signs point to
Leaving it alone
Let it rest in its
Temporary home
But just know turkey man
You ought be aware
We may not speak
But I like having you here
Wander, turkey, wander
Somewhere you're more fonder
Of but you should really
Wear some gloves
When you go digging in other people's trash
It could leave you with a rash
Grabbin' bottles to buy bottles
You can coddle til its empty
And you give it back
For more bottles
Gobble gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Bottle bottle
Where you think you're going
Can you take me with you
Gobbling up and down
The pretty country highway
Avoiding being turkey stew
Nobody else can tell you what to do
Carrying your bottles round with you
Wander, turkey, wander
Somewhere you're more fonder
Of but you should really
Wear some gloves
When you go digging in other people's trash
It could leave you with a rash
Grabbin' bottles to buy bottles
You can coddle til its empty
And you give it back
For more bottles
Gobble gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Spread your wings
And fly a little higher
You're almost there
At the top
Close your eyes
Visualize
You'll be satisfied
With your bottle's last drop
You can tell
You're still wandering down the road
Trotting back and forth
Just searching for your gold
The last thing on your mind
Is resting your spine
You are on a sojourn
One you can't define
Wander, turkey, wander
Somewhere you're more fonder
Of but you should really
Wear some gloves
When you go digging in other people's trash
It could leave you with a rash
Grabbin' bottles to buy bottles
You can coddle til its empty
And you give it back
For more bottles
Gobble gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Two more towns
Three more alleys
And a bus stop
And you keep.gobbling along
Never lost
But you rarely
Have your bearings
Yet you never seem to fall
Your feathers block the sun
From crimping up your skin
But on a summer day
It must be hot as sin
You disappeared behind a hill
And I don't know
Hoe much longer all this
Gobbling's gonna go
Wander, turkey, wander
Next time I see you
Your bottles aren't empty
For once you've
Taken a seat
I'd move in closer
But can't tell if this bird's mean
Or if it'd let me
Pet its beak
All the signs point to
Leaving it alone
Let it rest in its
Temporary home
But just know turkey man
You ought be aware
We may not speak
But I like having you here
Wander, turkey, wander
Somewhere you're more fonder
Of but you should really
Wear some gloves
When you go digging in other people's trash
It could leave you with a rash
Grabbin' bottles to buy bottles
You can coddle til its empty
And you give it back
For more bottles
Gobble gobble
Bottle bottle
Gobble Gobble
Bottle bottle
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Writer(s): Brendan O'hara
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