John Williamson – The Budgie Song (Guitar)

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Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie,

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When the little blighter only cost me five.

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The veterinary surgeon saw me coming,

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But I had to keep my feathered friend alive;

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He was shaking on his perch, the kids were crying,

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The family gathered round his little cage.

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I said I think it's time we got a new one,

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That's when the family went into a rage.       

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Oh, the waiting room ponged like a rat house,

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With heartworms and lungworms and lice.

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And a Persian had her eye on the shoebox,

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I suppose she thought our budgie might be nice.

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Well the bird s**t on the veterinary surgeon,

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I heard him say the dirty little chick.

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Guess he wondered why I didn't use my brains

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And hit him over the head with a brick.

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Oh antibiotics for his colour,

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Two drops a day on his beak.

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Some powder on the nose for his feathers

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And clean out his cage twice a week.

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Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie

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When the little blighter only cost me five

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And the bludger wakes me early in the morning,

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It's got me puzzled how he survives.

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One night I'll feed him to the tom cat.

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Instead of worrying about him when we go away.

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No-one wants to feed a s**tty budgie,

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When everyone's on holiday