Poor Joey Testo

I'm Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the world In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch Old Mother Nature's left me right in the lurch This is my routine: first I ponder and peck I look in the mirror and I shit on the deck I try to fly, I bang my head I think of something creative instead I ruffle my feathers and have a good scratch Spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch Not as though I want to be deleted by an owl I've got to fight this awful situation somehow Poor Joey *who's a pretty boy then?* Poor Joey Poor Joe Poor Joey A bundle of joy then Poor Joey *hello!* How the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak With half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak? I go into a moody, disdainfully preen I'm just to upset to mutter something obscene I appreciate the difficulties of owning a pet Speaking as a budgie, it's like Russian Roulette I was bred for the purpose and I shouldn't complain I know you'll forgive me when I sing this refrain Poor Joey *she's a right bastard!* Poor Joey Poor Joe Poor Joey Every Christmas they try to get me plastered Poor Joey *hello!* Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the world In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch Old Mother Nature's left me right in the lurch Poor Joey *who's a pretty boy then?* Poor Joey Poor Joey Poor Joey A bundle of joy then Poor Joey *hello!* Poor Joey Poor Joe Poor Joey Poor Joe Poor Joey *who's a pretty boy then?* Poor Joe *hello!*