I went walking in the springtime
Down to courthouse jail
My sweetheart had been arrested
Just for being female
While I went down through the city
Saw so many pretty things
Man and man stood hand in hand
And wings brought them two gold rings
It was a bird, bird, bird
Beautiful bird, bird, bird
It was a big black beautiful bird
As I passed the parks and circles
And took shortcuts through
Bald primates in black suits
Holding cute children
Strolled into the zoo
I caught a glimpse of the chimps in cages
Stages labeled "Ape"
The sadness on their faces clear
'Til a great beak appeared
Bit through the bars and offered them escape
It was a bird, bird, bird
Beautiful bird, bird, bird
It was a big black beautiful bird
Got to the jailhouse to bail my girl out
But my last dollar was spent
I thought money ought not matter
But I guess even Justice must pay rent
I had no I.D., so they tied me
Tried me as vagrant
But my fingers turned to feathers
And flapped my way free
Flew beyond the bonds of any government
I was a bird, bird, bird
Beautiful bird, bird, bird
I was a big black beautiful bird
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