CHORUS:
Little bird,
Turd on my shoulder,
I can see,
That brown and white blob,
I think I thought,
The weather got colder,
But I don't want my girl,
To think I'm a slob;

Little bird,
Turd on my shoulder,
Now it aches,
Every time I scratch,
I wish I,
Had some detergent,
Oh so I could clean off,
And not get a rash;

Everybody told me to protect it,
Funny I should not take thier advice,
Baby please, every time I scratch it it looks like,
I never wash my hair and I've got lice;

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I don't mind it sitting on my shoulder,
Just that it don't look very nice,
I can feel it as my live grows older,
I need to clean off what looks like rice;

WHISTLING SOLO

Every day it's a sad affair,
Trying to wipe out all the stuff,
That risides right next to my hair,
So it looks as i've got dandruff;

CHORUS