From the album Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!
Now if I say something interesting
Or something really nice,
It’s daft to only say it once
When I could say it twice.
But herein lies a problem,
And it really is quite sad,
‘Cause if you go round repeating things
People think you’re….. a parrot!
I’m a parrot, I’m a parrot
I’m your closest friend.
I say the same things all day long
And drive you round the bend.
‘Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
Who’s a pretty boy?’
Is the one thing I enjoy.
If I were a parrot parrot
I’d fly round the garden garden
And I would live in the German town
Of Baden-Baden Baden-Baden.
I wouldn’t live in Iceland
‘Cause the frost and snow would freeze ‘ya
So in the winter I’d migrate
To sunny Polynesia.
If I were a parrot-policeman
I wouldn’t say ”ello’.
I’d say ”ello, ‘ello, ‘ello ‘ello,
‘ello, ‘ello, ‘ello.’
And if I joined the army
Wouldn’t it be super!
I couldn’t join the Royal Marines,
I’d be a parrot-trooper.
Now if I were a parrot-parrot,
I’d live in Hong-Hong Kong-Kong.
I’d play tennis, I’d play tennis,
And also ping-ping pong-pong.
Yes, I’d repeat-repeat things,
So soon everyone would know
That the art of saying things just once
Is dead as a dodo-dodo!