The Flightless Bird Song
Here we see the Bearded Cardinal in his native habitat
"Welcome to the Walmart parking lot!"
Coolin' off, beneath the shade of a '92 Cadillac
"Could life get any better?"
But there's a sad truth like a flower that won't blossom
He'll never do the one thing that makes being a bird awesome...
Unlike his bird brethren traversing the sky
The Bearded Cardinal will never fly...
"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear—did you say I can't fly?"
"Yeah. You're the Bearded Cardinal, a flightless bird."
"You know what? I'm cool with that. In fact, I see it as a positive! I want to sing about it..."
I got a big beak
Feathers on fleek
I keep cool in the heat by flapping my vestegial wings
I'm down to Earth
In fact I hate heights
Who needs working wings when you're this fly?
I regurgitate meals into my kids' mouths
I never get sucked into a jet or hit the side of a house
Here comes a shopping cart at a pretty high speed
If I was a bettin' bird I'd bet the cart's about to hit me
Ohhhhhh
It did
Ohhhhhh
It hurts
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
ohhh
ohh
I'm dead
Oh man, I think he is dead
He couldn't fly but he's a pretty good lip syncer
"Welcome to the Walmart parking lot!"
Coolin' off, beneath the shade of a '92 Cadillac
"Could life get any better?"
But there's a sad truth like a flower that won't blossom
He'll never do the one thing that makes being a bird awesome...
Unlike his bird brethren traversing the sky
The Bearded Cardinal will never fly...
"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear—did you say I can't fly?"
"Yeah. You're the Bearded Cardinal, a flightless bird."
"You know what? I'm cool with that. In fact, I see it as a positive! I want to sing about it..."
I got a big beak
Feathers on fleek
I keep cool in the heat by flapping my vestegial wings
I'm down to Earth
In fact I hate heights
Who needs working wings when you're this fly?
I regurgitate meals into my kids' mouths
I never get sucked into a jet or hit the side of a house
Here comes a shopping cart at a pretty high speed
If I was a bettin' bird I'd bet the cart's about to hit me
Ohhhhhh
It did
Ohhhhhh
It hurts
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
ohhh
ohh
I'm dead
Oh man, I think he is dead
He couldn't fly but he's a pretty good lip syncer
Credits
Writer(s): Rhett Mclaughlin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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