These are weird timesThere's a widow in my streetShe turns her husbands into birdsThey've got claws instead of feetA cage is in the gardenThere's feathers in my phone boxScreeching, squawking, it sounds like talkingDamn noise never stopsBirdownerSee her at the marketShe's buying all the seedI walk right up and ask her"Is there anything you need?"I go "coo coo coo"What else can I doI go "coo coo coo coo coo"What else can I doI go "coo coo coo"What else can I doEvery night she brings me inAnd I fly around the roomThere's a parrot who was a doctorThere's a finch who was a clerkTwo black starlings, former darlingsChanged the milkman just for a larkThe cops arrived at dawnThings were getting out of handIt seems she had her eyes onEvery single manFumbling with their handcuffsThey wanted her to fryShe was waiting in a gardenWatched them piggies fly