Syd Barrett

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