Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Poor Joey lyrics

I am Joey the Budgie, I am a boy or a girl
I am probably the most typical caged bird in the world
In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch
Old Mother Nature´s left me right in the lurch

This is my routine: 1st I ponder & peck
I look in the mirror & I shit on the deck
I try to fly, I bang my head
I think of smth creative instead

I ruffle my feathers & have a good scratch
Spend at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
Not as though I wanna be deleted by an owl
I have got to fight this awful situation somehow

Poor Joey *who has a pretty boy then?*
Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey
A bundle of joy then
Poor Joey *hello!*

How the ruddy hell does she expect me to speak
With half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak?
I go into a moody, disdainfully preen
I am just to upset to mutter smth obscene

I appreciate the difficulties of owning a pet
Speaking as a budgie, it is like Russian Roulette
I was bred for the purpose & I shouldn´t complain
I know you will forgive me when I sing this refrain

Poor Joey *she has a right bastard!*
Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey
Every Christmas they try to get me plastered
Poor Joey *hello!*

Joey the Budgie, I am a boy or a girl
I am probably the most typical caged bird in the world
In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch
Old Mother Nature´s left me right in the lurch

Poor Joey *who has a pretty boy then?*
Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey
A bundle of joy then
Poor Joey *hello!*

Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey *who has a pretty boy then?*
Poor Joe *hello!*

Poor Joey
Poor Joe *cheerio!*

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