Whilst sitting in a dreadful pub in Bridgwater I had the qualified pleasure of listening to Nelly Furtado’s I’m Like a Bird. It was difficult, over the sound of the Sky Sports channel, to work out the second line of the chorus. By the time I realised that it was “I’ll only fly away” my companion and I had already come up with several alternatives that, perhaps arrogantly, I think are superior. Nelly may have won a Grammy, but she’s no birdologist.
1. I’m like a bird, I’ll crap on your windscreen.
2. I’m like a bird, I’ll regurgitate a worm.
3. I’m like a bird, I’ll eat seed off a table.
4. I’m like a bird, I’m closely descended from dinosaurs.
5. I’m like a bird, I’ll explode if you feed me Alka Seltzer on account of being unable to burp.
Tags: I'm like a bird, lyrics, lyrics analysis, nelly furtado
Saturday, May 8, 2010 at 10:25 am |
Five more:
– I’m like a bird, and every damn morning I’m up just before your alarm clock WIDE AWAKE AND SINGING
– I’m like a bird, and you can stuff four and twenty of me in a pie
– I’m like a bird, and you can make soup out of my nest any time
– I’m like a bird, but I’m not cheep … (ahem)
– I’m like a b b b b bird bird bird, b b bird bird is the word, everyone’s talking about the bird Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow Well don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word! A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZThquH5t0ow)
Sunday, May 9, 2010 at 8:35 pm |
Very nice.
I’d agree that bird is a word, if not the word. If bird was the word, language would be a hell of a lot simpler.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010 at 6:07 pm |
I have it on good authority that Bridgewater is the most inbred town in the UK. It’s always good to be number one for something.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010 at 8:25 pm |
Everyone is good at something, as this rather wonderful map shows:
