Not a ga-amer, frankly
Not my favoured medium
But those bi-irds so angry
Oh, it cures my tedium
The plot's quite simple, I won't lie
The birds' eggs get stolen away
By the enemy who's quite porcine
So you must fling birds their wa-ay
Until those pigs are squa-uashed (ah-ah)
May sound like a big load of to-osh (ah-ah)
You're not wro-o-ong (ah-ah)

But these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Are so much fun for me (they're so much fun for me)
Yeah, these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Murdering pigs with glee
Makes sense to me
Love these flu-ung wi-ild birds
When I'm stuck on the loo (stuck here on the loo)
Yeah, these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Pass time in the best way, dude
That much is true-ue-ue-ue

Lots of birds to choose from, right
Red's the basic type, he-e's not lame
Chuck is fa-a-aster when he flies
And Bomb's his own description, 'kay?
Oh, this game's such a good waste of time
Flinging birds at piggy life
Sometimes it's a cinch, sometimes hard as shit
Don't get mad, thou-ough, no, I do-on't
I just slow down and sto-op (ah-ah)
Take a break then turn it back o-on (ah-ah)
No blown to-o-o-ops (ah-ah)

Love these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Hurling Terence with glee (he's a fat Red, you see)
All these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Crushing those damn piggies
With skin so green
Love these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Not just one game, it's true (lots of games, it's true)
Yeah, these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Have Transformer versions, true
And Star Wars, too-oo-oo-oo
True-ue-ue-ue, true-ue-ue-ue-ue
True, true-ue-ue-ue, true-ue-ue-ue-ue
Yeah-eah, true, true-ue-ue-ue, true-ue-ue-ue-ue
True, true-ue-ue-ue, true-ue-ue-ue-ue

Love these flu-ung wi-ild birds
So many spin-offs, see (a ton of spin-offs, see)
Yeah, these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Practice dexterity
I'm crap, you see
Love these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Not good at it, it's true (pretty bad, it's true)
Yeah, these flu-ung wi-ild birds
Nothing else better to do
Keep playing, du-u-u-ude