Birdman of Alkatrash Songtext
von Strawberry Alarm Clock

Every time the birdman comes
He flies over ′neath the bridge
He swoops down low and picks me up
And carries me over the ridge
But somehow I discovered his game
And he no longer seems to fly anymore that way

Clever fellow, isn't he?
Yes, very clever


But for now I find it hard
To reason with myself
And just in case I can′t conceive
Of anybody else
I'll try and try to make it clear
That what I want is not real at all

What kind of joy is this?

The time has come for me to see
Just how much it means to me
To tell someone of what went on
Now that the birdman's gone
Even though you′ll find it strange
All along the birdman really was me

By jove, I think we′ve got it