Blackbird Charlie Songtext
von Alan James Eastwood

Blackbird Charlie sittin′ on the hedgerow
Bathing in the sun, lucky son of a gun
Charlie had a song he thought I'd like to hear this morning
Tumble out of bed, still yawning
Sleep in my eyes, work on my mind, wish I were you
I find it hard to get started, Blackbird Charlie
You got time on your side and nothing to do
And nothing ever seems to bother you

Tell you what my feathered friend
I′d trade everything I got for a pair of wings


Go find yourself a cute little mama blackbird
Blackbird Charlie, you lazy old bird
Ah, look at them, Charlie
That's nice
Come on, do it again

You got time on your side and nothing to do
And nothing ever seems to bother you
Tell you what my feathered friend
I'd trade everything I got for a pair of wings

Go find yourself a big fat mama blackbird
Blackbird Charlie, you lazy old bird

Blackbird Charlie, sittin′ in the summer sun