three little song birds sitting on a wire sing a fire from your belly so small sound waves rolling the waves spread wider you sing a song until it s six feet tall walk and stalk and stalking on the side walk wearing clothes standing side by side fly little song birds on to the next line you sing a song you look each other in the eye like who all can tell you not to sing your story who all can tell you that your singing off key you re the dance you re not the dancer you re the song not the one who sings beautiful song song bird na beautiful song song bird na beautiful song song bird and you tell the truth me woman trinny got the wild imagination him think they looking when he walks on by him think the world is one big mirror him get upset then he don t feel right when he walks stalks and stalking down the sidewalk sporting clothes strutting stride by stride i tell him trinny you re not what you consider i slap em dead when i look am in the eye who all can tell you not to sing your story who all can tell you that your singing off key you re the dance you re not the dancer you re the song not the one who sings beautiful song song bird na beautiful song song bird na beautiful song song bird and you tell the truth you get upset and then you don t feel you don t feel right you try to fly up straight then you fly uptight we try to talk about life like it s so many things life is the dancer you re the dance beautiful song song bird na beautiful song song bird na beautiful song song bird and you tell the truth tell the truth
['deep new americana', 'indie folk', 'jam band', 'modern folk rock']