Someone has been robbin’ my robin song, so I’m stuck with this depressing one:
“Listen to my bluebird laugh. She can’t tell you why.
Deep within her heart, you see, she knows only crying. Just crying.
There she sits, aloft at perch. Strangest color blue.
Flying is forgotten now. Thinks only of you. Just you. Oh yeah…”
Groovy. I get to sing the blues–me with the best duds in the group.