Lyrics

We have a brand new polka
It’s ‘bout a bunch of birds
That talk like sailor Johnnies
And drop a lot of turds

Their trainers all were sep’rate
They didn’t plan this out
But teaching birds to cuss
Is big fun without a doubt

All it takes is deviants
With issues on their chest
They taught the birds some goodies
And the birds did all the rest.

What ya say,
Fuck You
What ya wanna know
I can’t hear ya,
Eat My Shorts
That’s just how it goes

The parrots are a squawkin’
They do know what they say
They like to get offensive with
The games they like to play

The owners have a foul mouth
And like to teach a bit
The birds wait for a victim
And tell them to
Eat Shit
…What’s that?
Eat Shit.

Okay but that’s real caustic
An insult at the least
The parrots have a trash mouth
And shout out like a beast:

What ya say,
Fuck You
What ya wanna know
I can’t hear ya,
Eat My Shorts
That’s just how it goes

I don’t like your tone of voice
You’re a dick. You’re a dick.
You don’t give me much choice
Smell my balls and lick.
Maybe I should cook you up
Kiss my ass you twit.
Are you mocking me?
Like I said Eat Shit.

Hey, wait…
You’re a big pussy
Damn it that’s not…
You’re an ass
Will you cut that…
You dumb bastard
I’m warning you…
Shit for Brains
Why are you turning…
Yo’ Mamma
You nasty…
You Have the Clap



What ya say,
Fuck You
What ya wanna know
I can’t hear ya,
Eat My Shorts
That’s just how it goes