The Bird (Capo 4)

(Main riff) - A  A G#  G#  F#   F#  D (up)  F#  D

What then on God's paved Earth could you be thinking of
I'm so benign and kind, an ambassador of love
I've got good will, nice teeth, and plus the right of way
Then who are to act in such an evil way

             D                C#m          Bm                A
My clutch is dead, my face is red I wish I were back home in bed
              D               C#m            Bm              A
I've got this picture perfect village that Resides inside my head
         D             C#m           G            D        E
But I'm awoken by your horn and your angry middle finger instead

                  A                     E
Don't give me the bird, just shake your fist
              A                    D9
Don't utter a word, just blow me a kiss
      A             A/B      A/C#           A/F#
We're all in this together   We're birds of a feather
    A/D
But not that bird, I love you

Is it just me to think what could I've ever done
You've got one branch, five twigs and wanna loan me one
I got here first, you're in my path 
You're in my life, you're in the wrong
Keep your gesture to yourself, look ahead and move along

With feet of lead, I bet you said Why did I stop I should have sped
I am a Polyanna remake and can you believe unwed?
My heart is broken by your turn And your angry middle finger instead

CHORUS (Without "I love you")

End of 2nd chorus:  A/D  ->   D#

E                    D9
London's got the Vs, L.A.'s got the gun
A                         E
Philly snaps its elbow at almost anyone
C#m                        D9
Arabs thumb their teeth, Italians flip their chin
A                        E
Always good to know what country you are in

I'm not that old, not that young,  And I don't partake in rage
I pray for peace, I brake for dogs And always act my age
About my age, this is why I react to you this way
Don't flip me off, no, not now My birthday is today

You've cussed and bled, and have just said My brand of chivalry is dead
But I am the Bluebird of Happiness YOU STUPID LITTLE KID
No words are spoken, just your horn  And your angry middle finger instead!  -  CHORUS (Without "I love you") CHORUS