What is perching on your seat,

Blissfully unaware?

It's an ickle olive tit.

You'd better beware.

They're preening to jazz up their image,

Craning out of your cleavage.

Great tits are wheeling overhead,

Chirping and tweeting,

As I lift up my gaze,

My head's spinning.

FLY, FLY AWAY!

Great tits won't give you their head,

No need pleading.

Don't you dare kill two birds with one stone.

Chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet,

There's a great tit on your seat,

It unfolds its mighty feathers,

Harbingers of balmy weather.

Great tit won't let me pet it,

No matter how hard I'm begging.

They're preening to jazz up their image,

Craning out of your cleavage.

Great tits are wheeling overhead,

Chirping and tweeting,

As I lift up my gaze,

My head's spinning.

FLY, FLY AWAY!

Great tits won't give you their head,

No need pleading.

Don't you dare kill two birds with one stone.

To birdwatching I myself commit,

I kinda like their beaks, but must admit,

All I really care about

Is touching that ickle great tit.

I'm not a pervert,

I just love birds.

Great tits are wheeling overhead,

Chirping and tweeting,

As I lift up my gaze,

My head's spinning.

FLY, FLY AWAY!

Great tits won't give you their head,

No need pleading.

Great tits are wheeling overhead,

Chirping and tweeting,

As I lift up my gaze,

My head's spinning.

FLY, FLY AWAY!

Great tits won't give you their head,

No need pleading.