Whether in flight or walkin' in throngs
They're after me-e and my fresh noms
They hunger for burgers and fresh salted chips
Lots of those here, but mine they've picked
I-I-I-I-I-I-I am hunted by seagu-ulls

Ev'ry beach trip, lots of rampant, hungry birds rush
Me, and it's real hard to scoff my lunch down to ward them off
Really hope won't trip on stones
Runnin' from hundreds of chirpy jerky birdies
Ooh, sha, sha
They're peckin' at my nethe-e-e-ers (ooh, sha, sha)

I know I shouldn't keep bringin' my food
To the beach whe-en the same thing resumes
But, see, I'm hungry, love the breezy wind
Don't care if things get Hitchcockian
I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm still hunted by seagu-ulls

Still, I'm lucky that their hunger fury means that
I'm in no danger of one or all of them droppin' dung
Would be gross, in two ways, bro
Let's move on, might throw up, won't help me flee these birdies
Ooh, sha, sha
Throw the food? Litter? Neve-e-e-er (ooh, sha, sha)
Ooh!

Uh!

I'm so sick of my lunch
Attractin' hordes of seagulls
Like the Findin' Nemo ones
With a homicidal touch
Not a joke, aimed for my throat
They all want my damn lunch, no matter if it's bloody
Ooh, sha, sha
Die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie, you bloodthirsty seagulls