For The Birds

I’m against the days When the skies stay bummer gray And the cake tastes just okay….okay? Well I guess I’m anti-yuck I’m against the stuff that sucks The life out of your soul and shuts it down I'm against the thought Of letting good tomatoes rot Of being someone that you're not…when you're not I guess I'm anti-hate ‘Cause that ain't what it takes It's the love that makes this crazy world go round But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze Old dogs sleeping at your feet I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves I’m for questions, I’m for freedom Celebrating every season For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt I’m for the birds I’m for the birds I’m for the birds I’m against the notion Of drinking witchy potions And causin’ big commotions…you know son? Guess I’m anti-confrontation Rather have a conversation ‘Bout nothin’ in particular at all I’m against them feelings The ones that get revealin’ Slammin’ hearts right into ceilings…you feel me? Well I guess I'm anti-tears Rather drink some ice cold beers Listen to some country music until dawn But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze Old dogs sleeping at your feet I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves I’m for questions, I’m for freedom Celebrating every season For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt I’m for the birds I’m for the birds I’m for the birds But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze Old dogs sleeping at your feet I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves I’m for questions, I’m for freedom Celebrating every season For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt I’m for feathers I’m for wings I’m for tweedle deedle deet deet dee For what it's worth I’m for the birds I’m for the birds... Tweedle deedle deet deet dee