The Budgie Song

Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie When the little blighter only cost me five The veterinary surgeon saw me coming But I had to keep my feathered friend alive He was shaking on his perch, the kids were crying The family gathered 'round his little cage I said I think it's time we got a new one That's when the family went into a rage Oh, the waiting room ponged like a rat house With heartworms and lungworms and lice And a Persian had her eye on my shoebox I suppose she thought our budgie might be nice Well the bird shit on the veterinary surgeon I heard him say "the dirty little chick" Guess he wondered why I didn't use my brains And hit him over the head with a brick Oh antibiotics for his colour Two drops a day on his beak Some powder on the nose for his feathers And clean out his cage twice a week Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie When the little blighter only cost me five And the bludger wakes me early in the morning It's got me puzzled how he survives One night I'll feed him to the tom cat Instead of worrying about him when we go away No-one wants to feed a shitty budgie When everyone's on holiday Oh antibiotics for his colour Two drops a day on his beak Some powder on the nose for his feathers And clean out his cage twice a week