In the morning, one April morning

Turned my head up to the sky

From the high tree top came the sweet sound

Waves of color filled my eyes

They lived in cages each one each one lone, listen there

Telling me they're free

It's a hundred parrots and they're singing so sweet I thought that heaven was starring the canopy

In presidio of San Francisco

Meet for their morning round

And the sweet song singing always made me late for work just a hundred parrots in the sky

So please mister don't you tear them palm trees down

Ain't no computer in the world going to bring them parrots back around

They're not native, we're not native, but somehow we're all getting by

And they search the city north and south till they smell their parrot kind

We live in houses you and I, days are drifting slowly by

Was it so hard to keep our good friends together just a hundred parrots in the sky

If I hear the sound they cry

I will gather your good friends round, your cage ain't so strong, I'm gonna bust you out

Your cage ain't so strong... bust you out