The Arms Of A Birdfeeder:

I keep the party going
Just half a day long,
With tiny little groupies
That's tagging along.

For I throw giant parties
Invite most of my friends,
Who all pull into town
With big ole fat grins.

They sit around talking
With their mouths halful,
Everything they say
Just shooten the bull.

Those poor little groupies
They fall out so fast,
Before the party is going
Were still having a blast.

Last call is made
Turn out the lights,
All those little birdies,
Back on their bikes.

Fire up those engines
Straight through the air,
Every single little birdy
Is burning a glare.

My poor little arms
Are feeling the pain,
All of those groupies
And all of this fame.

Come back her birdies
You left such a mess,
And then just took of
Like the pony express.

My arms are killing me
They can't do anymore,
So the party is over
And please close the door.

When the Sun comes up
Back to my sore feet,
Everybody is thirsty
And they want to eat.

I streach out my arms
Thats full of little groupies,
Who really like to party
And really love their sushi.

I'm the life of the party
Let the rock and roll spin,
With all of those little birdies
Wearing the same ole fat grins.

The treetop is rocking
Jams are to die for,
Check out all my groupies
Their drunk on the floor.