Bob:
Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth.
Ken:
That's my name, sir, spoken thrice
Bob:
There's a foulness wafting from your
fowl-enclosure device
Ken:
Surely crap you must be speaking!
Bob:
That's the stench of which I speak
Ken:
And from whence hath this stench cometh?
Bob:
From that critter with the beak
Ken:
There's no stench that I can sense, Bob
Bob:
Hath thy nostrils gone insane?
Hath thy stench-sensing synapses
Leapt from out thy troubled brain?
Nay, proximity for long terms
Must have dulled thy senses, Ken
For I smell it now, and when I sniff
I smell it once again
Both:
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Ken:
The olfactory offenses, Bob,
that you insinuate
Could they not be from the fumes
Produced digesting what you ate?
For the nose mayhap which smelt it
Verily could be attached
To the anus which hath dealt it
Check thy briefs, sir, for a patch!
Bob:
Why, how dare ye, Ken, you bastard,
Ne'er a stench so ripe and foul
Hath erupted from the depths of
Any mortal human bowel!
Let alone those that I call my own
Oh Ken, you caustic cad!
Ken:
Bob, your shit don't smell like roses
Bob:
Yeah, but Ken, it ain't that bad
Both:
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Bob:
Look upon your addled parrot
Was it your intent to scare it
When you lined its cage with lyrics
By Rob Zombie and Syd Barrett?
Cuz it did what anything would do
In quarters such as these
Unleashed its bowels' contents
With no small degree of ease
Ken:
Is it really necessary
To critique my aviary
By the way of nasal passages
both mucasy and hairy
Bob:
No inspection was conducted
I just merely passed it by
And the stench, Ken, did affront
The very laws the nose lives by
because
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Bob:
Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth
Kenneth:
Bob, your voice doth feed my rage
Bob:
Get thy stench from off thy pet, sir!
Kenneth:
Get thy nose from out my cage!
For this pesudo-foppish discourse
Now hath reached its ending line
Bob:
May thy testes, then, explodeth!
Kenneth:
And may thee, Bob, choke on thine!
Both:
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird sodding smells
Oh my!
