There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard Waving a briefcase a hollerin' There'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 For quite some time And I might go out on a limb Just to get a better look at them Oh no, I'm a little too close Better fly away There's a See Rock City birdhouse Where I like to hang out with but Johnny Shoots BBs And Mrs. Cole's got a cement bowl Where I'd like to take a bath but the cat might eat me So I'll just stay up here At least until the coast is clear Lookin' down at the world below Here they come and there they go I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine For quite some time And I might go out on a limb Just to get a better look at them Oh yeah There's a millions stories that I could tell Some of them I keep to myself Just remember no matter what you do Somebody's looking over you, yeah 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 For quite some time And I might go out on a limb Just to get a better look at them Oh no, I'm a little too close I better fly away Fly away Fly away Fly away © MAJOR BOB MUSIC CO, INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com