Ignores the roadkill
That rots on the road..
(Ta ta, ta ta)
Vege-tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha.

Meadow's his garden,
Where dinners are growed,
(Ta ta, ta ta)
Vege--tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha..

Way down in Ghana
On postage, he's showed
(Ta ta, ta ta)
No carnivorous cult-cha..
You could use him as...a mulch-cha
He is the Vege--tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha

Head...is...feathered,
Not..bald..like..most...
Qther buzzards are..

Don't...look...weathered,
He'll..dine..on..greens...
You save in a jar..

Wild...and...they're free..
Dis..po..ziss..shun's..mild ..
And never mean..

Wide wings to fly like heck,
Tall and thin...skinny of neck,
He'll screech....and then,
He'll fly and screech again..

Ignores the roadkill
Out there on the road..
(Ta ta, ta ta)
Veg-ah--tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha..

Meadow's his garden,
Where dinners are growed,
(Ta ta, ta ta)
Vege--tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha..

Way down in Ghana
On postage, he's showed
(Ta ta, ta ta)
No carnivorous cult-cha..
You could use him as...a mulch-cha.,
He is the Vege--tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha

He is the Vege--tair--ee--uhn Vult-cha..