The birds have all flown underground
The trees bend down to touch the sky
Silence is now the only sound
We wait for pigs not birds to fly

They had a lot to say, had a lot to say
They had a lot to say, a lot to say

What is wrong with the birds?
Please, Buffy tell me what it is
They don't sing anymore
And it gets harder every year,
To remind them of the tune
We have to help them soon,
Will you help me sing?

We are the birds,
We know the words,
We just don't want to sing

Well, I think I overheard their plan,
When I was walking all alone
They took a vow to sing again,
When the cow jumps over the moon

They had a lot to say, a lot to say
They had a lot to say, a lot to say

What is wrong with the birds?
Oh Buffy, tell me what it is
They don't sing anymore,
And I don't think they will again
Can you teach the pigs the tune?
So we can hear it soon
Will you help them sing?

We are the birds,
We know the words,
We just don't want to sing

They had a lot to say, had a lot to say,
They had a lot to say, a lot to say
They had so much to say, so much to say
They had so much to say, so much to say

It's hard to walk with shaky knees
It's hard to talk with shattered teeth
Well, it's getting late for birds like me
My song will cease, I'll rest my wings