So i was listening to the newest album by the band Death Cab for Cutie, the song "Talking Bird" in particular, when i realized i could re-write the song to be about my ducks. I do play guitar and occasionally will do an open mike. SO I'm thinking next time, I will have to sing this song, with my newly written lyrics about my ducks- (it would be a bit longer, more verses, than the original song, but that's okay... My ducks would demand more verses anyways... lol)
oh my runner ducks
How you have the bestest of luck
You run fast to get your treats
like your brains can't keep up with your feet
You're free to live the good life
because you're kept in a pen inside
sometimes i let you
run around diapered in my front room
It catches your poo, so i don't have to clean up after you
Your life is hard no doubt
When your pampered living in my house
There's no barn living for you
Only a condo downtown will do
Every single day
I put you in my tub to bathe
You're pretty princess feet
never even touch the concrete
You refuse to go outside, unless it's 72 degress
You quack relentlessly
when you know i have corn and peas
I bend to your beckoning will
When you're hungry and want a refill
even when I realize
there was food in your bowl the whole time
You're smart enough to see
You can quack to manipulate me
i give in to you, to suit your all your ducky needs
You wear warm coats in winter time
And in summer the AC goes on high
You command with a quack
When it's time for me to rub your backs
When your hear the microwave ding
you know that i am cooking something
As soon as i take my seat
You eye the food i am going to eat
And you won't go away, Until i give you a treat.
for you, it's only the best
You won't settle for anything less
Oh how i get ridiculed
If i don't do what you want me to
Oh my runner ducks
though your feathers molt and you run amuck
I'll love you all your days
with all your demanding ducky ways
It's all here for you, you know I am your slave
It's all here for you, Victor and Ming Mei
oh my runner ducks
How you have the bestest of luck
You run fast to get your treats
like your brains can't keep up with your feet
You're free to live the good life
because you're kept in a pen inside
sometimes i let you
run around diapered in my front room
It catches your poo, so i don't have to clean up after you
Your life is hard no doubt
When your pampered living in my house
There's no barn living for you
Only a condo downtown will do
Every single day
I put you in my tub to bathe
You're pretty princess feet
never even touch the concrete
You refuse to go outside, unless it's 72 degress
You quack relentlessly
when you know i have corn and peas
I bend to your beckoning will
When you're hungry and want a refill
even when I realize
there was food in your bowl the whole time
You're smart enough to see
You can quack to manipulate me
i give in to you, to suit your all your ducky needs
You wear warm coats in winter time
And in summer the AC goes on high
You command with a quack
When it's time for me to rub your backs
When your hear the microwave ding
you know that i am cooking something
As soon as i take my seat
You eye the food i am going to eat
And you won't go away, Until i give you a treat.
for you, it's only the best
You won't settle for anything less
Oh how i get ridiculed
If i don't do what you want me to
Oh my runner ducks
though your feathers molt and you run amuck
I'll love you all your days
with all your demanding ducky ways
It's all here for you, you know I am your slave
It's all here for you, Victor and Ming Mei
