Flock of Birds

P.B (Pat Buchannan) here now Pat's my name, Well walking down the road so that's my game.

You see a tree, I see money and fame. I'll tear down the forest and put it on a train.

Well one day I decided to go for a drive, Just me and my Chevy 65'.

I'm not sure if it was wild shrooms or the sky, But it all seemed pretty alive.

Birds, bears, and armadillos too, came running after me, I didn't know what to do.

Put the pedal to the metal, but they kept coming, animals of the forest just kept running.

Flocks of birds soar by my car,

On a sunny day on the first of march,

and the rollin hills of the countryside,

Seem to go on for miles and miles.

Where will they go? How will they live?

When the trees have all been killed.

Until that time, just take a seat,

and watch the woods turn to concrete.

Birds and Armidillos finally caught up and proceeded to jump into the bed of my truck.

I looked like Uncle Jessie running down the road, But Bo and Luke were not on this show.

Yee Haw

The bears got up ahead and grabbed me by the back. "Stop stealing our honey and wiping us off the map".

I just told them I have nothing much to say. My name is Pat, I'm a lumberjack, and that's OK.