I am a bird   Watch me go drifting by   With my feathers of power   I laugh as the hours go slowly by      That could mean everything   I am a street watching the people walk   As I listen their conversations glisten as they start to talk   Then I hear everything      Little white jug, me and Kilburn Towers   As we sit on the hill and we drink and we swill   Till the early hours, then I am everything   Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers      That could mean everything   Little white jug, me and Kilburn Towers   As we sit on the hill and we drink and we swill   Till the early hours, then I am everything      Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers   Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers   Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers   ...