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