There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard

Waving a briefcase a hollerinThere's mailman stumbling to his truck

With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and

I know there's times that you

Wish you had my point of view



I can see two skin-kneed boys

Down at the creek

Smoking daddy's cigarette butts

Down there's a man cussing me

Cuz he got his car all washed and waxed up

But I ain't done nothing wrong,

I'm just a bird singing my song.



Looking down on the world below

Here they come and there they go

I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine