Money so they say
Is the root of all evil today
Roger Waters (Money)
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Birdie Hop
 

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Birdie hop, he do, he hop along
a lonely bird upon a window there, he, he,
there he blow, a windy snow, he knew the snow, the hoppy bird

The antelope ride around a parasol
just to see if he's a man enough to you meet you in the sand pit
in a flying kind of sighing in a meddlesome
bay you know the way, I see the flies

She's a little kite the sort you think you might like to fire
and like a kite you get to see her every night
you know the way she's only paving her way,
hate to complain, I see the flies

Birdie hop he do, he hop along
a lonely bird upon a window there, he, he
there he blow, the windy snow, a hoppy bird

A camel woke up to a polished dawn
wouldn't look to see his feet had gone,
he wouldn't like it, wouldn't have the strength to fight it,
I see the flies

I'm the only bird, a little third, I lost a quarter,
I had a yearning to be earning just a dollar a day
and in a way you shouldn't like it hate to complain,
I see the flies

   
 
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