Scrounging outside of the diners,
Parking lots of hamburger fryers,
I make my dinner from whatever's falling on the floor.

Rarley getting off the ground,
Infesting large and small towns,
Only good for coating sidewalks, with our poo.

Don't get flattened on the driveways,
And watch out for Harley-Davidsons
The drivers always trying to do us in.
No one cares about pigeon's strife,
Always eating pesticides,
And old fries found in puddles of anti-freeze,
Of Anti-freeze.

My feathers are greasy
And my left foot's gone.
I am just an average pigeon in your town.

Now I'm pecking garbage lids,
Looking for for some old tidbits
Trying to shake the grubs and flees from my eyes.

Once I had a pigeon girlfriend,
Hit by a Harley-Davidson,
Her feathers are still flying in the wind.
For the birds, its sure a hard life,
We pigeons have no pride,
Some people call us ugly rats with wings,
Rats with wings.