Texty: Beatles, The. And Your Bird Can Sing.

You tell that you've everything you want

And your bird can sing

But you don?t get me

You don?t get me



You say you've seen seven wonders

And your bird is green

But you can?t see me

You can't see me



When your prized possessions start to wear you down

Look in my direction

I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round



When your bird is broken

Will it bring you down?

You may be awoken

I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round



Tell me that you've heard every sound there is

And your bird can swing

But you can?t hear me

You can't hear me