Pigeon Lyrics

People say he's a filthy bird

But he don't care, he's not deterred

You know the pigeon, he's from the street

He's got a job to do and that's to eat

The pigeon flies, oh here he comes

He's got a knack for finding crumbs

For his precision he's got a technique,

even the crust, he's a bread eating freak

The pigeon coos for you

The pigeon coos for me too

He's got some fans, they love him so

They toss him bread like he's a circus show

But he's no clown, give recognition

He's the king of the pigeon division

So next time you see him, show respect

Our feathered friend, you can't neglect

Eating good, he's got the bread on lock

Bread-eating pigeon, bread-king of the block

Bread-king of the block

bread-king of the block

bread-king of the block

Bread-king of the block

bread-king of the block

bread-king of the block

Bread king, bread king, bread king

Bread king, bread king, bread king