If you want to be a bird Why don't you try a little flying There's no denying It gets you high Why be shackled to your feet When you've got wings You haven't used yet Don't wait for heaven Get out and fly
Just glide there Through the clear air Making figure eights Through the pearly gates Where the soul and the universe meet
If you want to be a bird It won't take much To get you up there But when you come down Land on your feet
