Lyrics
(Verse 1) I've got friends who jet to Paris, They dine in Rome and sail to Venice, But I pack light for places unseen, Off to a village where the skies convene. They laugh and point at my odd travel log, "Where's this place? Is it near Prague?" "No," I say with a smile so wide, "It’s the Village of the Bird People, let's take a ride!" (Chorus) Oh, the Bird People, feathered and fine, In their treetop huts, just flying on by. With songs so sweet, you'll want to stay, Forget the Louvre, come swing and sway! (Verse 2) My friends hit the beaches, surf and sand, Golden tans and drinks in hand. But I crave a different kind of spree, Dancing with parrots in a baobab tree. "Why not London or a cruise to Belize?" They question my oddities with such ease. But my heart beats for that melodious land, The Bird People’s welcome, a chorus so grand! (Chorus) Oh, the Bird People, feathered and fine, In their treetop huts, just flying on by. With songs so sweet, you'll want to stay, Forget the Pyramids, come swing and sway! (Bridge) From the canaries in the cafes To the vultures in vaudeville plays, Each bird’s a friend, each note a treat, In this avian paradise, life is sweet! Oh, the Bird People, feathered and fine, In their treetop huts, just flying on by. With songs so sweet, you'll want to stay, Forget the Louvre, come swing and sway! (Verse 2) My friends hit the beaches, surf and sand, Golden tans and drinks in hand. But I crave a different kind of spree, Dancing with parrots in a baobab tree. "Why not London or a cruise to Belize?" They question my oddities with such ease. But my heart beats for that melodious land, The Bird People’s welcome, a chorus so grand! (Chorus) Oh, the Bird People, feathered and fine, In their treetop huts, just flying on by. With songs so sweet, you'll want to stay, Forget the Pyramids, come swing and sway! (Bridge) From the canaries in the cafes To the vultures in vaudeville plays, Each bird’s a friend, each note a treat, In this avian paradise, life is sweet! So while you tour your fancy maps, I'll be wearing my feathered caps. We might be odd, but we have fun, Under the branches, away from the sun. (Verse 3) They booked a flight to Tokyo, Bright lights, sushi, a techy show. I strum my guitar to a different tune, 'Neath the silver glow of the birdie moon. Come the morning, they won’t see me, I’m off to where I'm meant to be. With wings widespread, in song we meet, In the Village of the Bird People, life is sweet! (Chorus) Oh, the Bird People, feathered and fine, In their treetop huts, just flying on by. With songs so sweet, you'll want to stay, Forget New York, come swing and sway! (Outro) So let them think I’m out of my mind, The Bird People are the best you'll find. My suitcase’s packed, I'm ready to leap, Among the Bird People, where I'll forever peep. Oh, in the Village of the Bird People, I belong, Where every moment is a song. With a feathered hat and a laugh so free, I'm finally where I want to be! Sing it loud from every treetop, The Village of the Bird People, where I stop. Here with my wings, oh I feel so right, The Bird People and me, oh what a sight!
