Poop from flight across my skylight
Runny window pane
Makes me wish that the birds would be
A million miles away
And the windy winter birds that fly
And poop on my car
Make me immediately have the blues
Wish they'd go away far

And it shouldn't have to be this way
I'm gonna park it in my garage
I see droppings 'round the way
They could easily clean the road tonight
It's only right

Crowds of birds aiming for their targets
In the afternoon
Sidewalk droppings, I walk precariously
And I still hear their tune
On the windy winter avenues
There's a frustrated man
And if I told you who he is
Well, I think you'd understand

And it shouldn't have to be this way
But the bird poop never has ended
I still see droppings 'round the way
I just hope that I don't get pooped on tonight
It's only right