There is a bird following me
I think he is from the place at the sea
I know because I saw him there
It has to be him because he said beware
He spoke to me in this funny broken beak
The people listening did not hear anything but squeak
I though heard what he said
Spoke of some crazy Rasta long haired dread
Said he was going to get me
Said he was the music that I liked at the sea
He said… I think he said
Spoke of the man that they called bobodread
What I am saying
Is that the bird spoke to me against the winds swaying
It was the lizards at the beach that were his friends
They were there to make simple amends
The bird that follows me is there
I speak with him often as it is him that says he will care
I see him out of the corner of my eye
I know of his wisdom and why he has to try
The bird can be my friend
I know for a fact it is the bar that he will tend
I will throw a party for me
He will be there with a bottle of JD
Why not
Maybe even do a shot
He can pour the drinks
But don’t get too close, when he speaks his beaky mouth stinks
Said he was the music that I liked at the sea
He said… I think he said
Spoke of the man that they called bobodread
What I am saying
Is that the bird spoke to me against the winds swaying
It was the lizards at the beach that were his friends
They were there to make simple amends
The bird that follows me is there
I speak with him often as it is him that says he will care
I see him out of the corner of my eye
I know of his wisdom and why he has to try
The bird can be my friend
I know for a fact it is the bar that he will tend
I will throw a party for me
He will be there with a bottle of JD
Why not
Maybe even do a shot
He can pour the drinks
But don’t get too close, when he speaks his beaky mouth stinks
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