Soar with Songs About Birds: A Playlist That Takes Flight

*(Verse 1)* Another year, another farce, With dreams dumped in the trash, We've got a gaffer who's hopeless, Couldn't manage a pub with cash. Tactics duller than dishwater, football's a bloody bore, He couldn’t find his arse with both hands, He’s a clueless dinosaur. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses roar, they play with fire and might, But our lads are like toddlers, can’t even win a fight. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a joke, my friend, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Verse 2)* They prance around like morons, All talentless and thick, Arrogant and overpaid, It’s the same old tired shtick. Remember Bobby Moore, and those legends from '66, They played with guts and glory, Not these modern-day pricks. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses show the pride, they make us all believe, But our boys just embarrass us, every time they leave. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a laughable end, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Bridge)* We watch with hope each summer, But it’s always the same flop, They promise us the glory, Then bellyflop and drop. Incompetence in motion, A manager with no clue, We’re dreaming of a victory, But it's something they can't do. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a joke, my friend, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Outro)* The Three Lions fucked it up again, When will we see the day? That they play with pride and glory, And stop this silly play. The Three Lions fucked it up again, It’s the same old bloody song, Here’s to hoping for tomorrow, When they might prove us wrong.

*(Verse 1)* Another year, another farce, With dreams dumped in the trash, We've got a gaffer who's hopeless, Couldn't manage a pub with cash. Tactics duller than dishwater, football's a bloody bore, He couldn’t find his arse with both hands, He’s a clueless dinosaur. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses roar, they play with fire and might, But our lads are like toddlers, can’t even win a fight. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a joke, my friend, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Verse 2)* They prance around like morons, All talentless and thick, Arrogant and overpaid, It’s the same old tired shtick. Remember Bobby Moore, and those legends from '66, They played with guts and glory, Not these modern-day pricks. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses show the pride, they make us all believe, But our boys just embarrass us, every time they leave. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a laughable end, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Bridge)* We watch with hope each summer, But it’s always the same flop, They promise us the glory, Then bellyflop and drop. Incompetence in motion, A manager with no clue, We’re dreaming of a victory, But it's something they can't do. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a joke, my friend, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Outro)* The Three Lions fucked it up again, When will we see the day? That they play with pride and glory, And stop this silly play. The Three Lions fucked it up again, It’s the same old bloody song, Here’s to hoping for tomorrow, When they might prove us wrong.

[Verse] Yo, Kais birds be flyin', droppin' bars from the sky, Wings spread wide, rockin' feathers, no lie, They be chillin' on the branches, tweetin' high and fly, Squad up in the air, ain't no need to be shy. [Verse 2] Beak game strong, flexin' on the treetops, Fly-by parties, never hear the beats stop, Kais birds, the flock never gonna flop, Mixin' up the vibes, never gonna drop. [Chorus] Kais birds, they the hype crew, see 'em hangin' round, Spreadin' wings, takin' flight, never hit the ground, Feathers in the air, makes the world astound, Kais birds in the mix, never backin' down. [Verse 3] Crowin' with the crows, blue wavin' with the jays, Robins bring the rhythm, got the sparrows in a daze, Pigeons on patrol, bringin' pride to the craze, Kais birds, they reign supreme in the birdy maze. [Verse 4] Cardinals cut the air, sharp as a steel blade, Hawks droppin' wisdom, teachin' birds to invade, Doves spreadin' peace, every corner serenade, Kais birds steppin' up, their glory never fade. [Bridge] Take a flight through the night, under moonshine light, Hootin' with the owls, Kais birds take the height, From dawn to dusk, party's always tight, Aviary legends, claimin' top flight rights.

*(Verse 1)* Another year, another farce, With dreams dumped in the trash, We've got a gaffer who's hopeless, Couldn't manage a pub with cash. Tactics duller than dishwater, football's a bloody bore, He couldn’t find his arse with both hands, He’s a clueless dinosaur. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses roar, they play with fire and might, But our lads are like toddlers, can’t even win a fight. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a joke, my friend, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Verse 2)* They prance around like morons, All talentless and thick, Arrogant and overpaid, It’s the same old tired shtick. Remember Bobby Moore, and those legends from '66, They played with guts and glory, Not these modern-day pricks. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses show the pride, they make us all believe, But our boys just embarrass us, every time they leave. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a laughable end, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Bridge)* We watch with hope each summer, But it’s always the same flop, They promise us the glory, Then bellyflop and drop. Incompetence in motion, A manager with no clue, We’re dreaming of a victory, But it's something they can't do. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a joke, my friend, We’re always feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the pitch. More interested in shagging birds, Than playing for the kits. *(Outro)* The Three Lions fucked it up again, When will we see the day? That they play with pride and glory, And stop this silly play. The Three Lions fucked it up again, It’s the same old bloody song, Here’s to hoping for tomorrow, When they might prove us wrong.

[Verse] Yo, Saltine the conure, comin' in hot, Peach-fronted beast, feathers never forgot, Perch on my shoulder, king of the flock, Beak sharp as a blade, snappin' like it's nonstop. [Verse 2] Feathers fly when he takes that leap, Hype bird status, never be weak, Little beak fierce, world's tiniest freak, In the cage or out, always makin' a tweak. [Chorus] Saltine, Saltine, bringin' that heat, Peach-front conure, can't nobody compete, Saltine, Saltine, he got the beat, With a bite so strong, other birds retreat. [Verse 3] Wings flappin' wild, you hear that flap, World's smallest raptor, just love when he snap, Mango treat fiend, after a big clap, Yeah, he the apex, never take a nap. [Bridge] Cage bars clink, call him Houdini, Slip through the gaps, little feathery meanie, Tailfeathers bright, shine like grafitti, Conure with the sauce, better keep it treaty. [Chorus] Saltine, Saltine, bringin' that heat, Peach-front conure, can't nobody compete, Saltine, Saltine, he got the beat, With a bite so strong, other birds retreat.

**The Three Lions Fucked It Up Again** *(Verse 1)* It's been another year of heartbreak, With dreams shattered on the pitch, We've got a manager who’s clueless, Can’t even scratch an itch. The tactics are boring, the play's a total bore, He couldn’t run a pissup in a brewery, He's out of his depth for sure. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses roar, they show us how it’s done, But the lads just stumble, while the other teams run. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a bitter end, We’re left feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the field. More interested in cheating on their birds, Than playing for our shield. *(Verse 2)* They strut around like peacocks, All talentless and vain, Arrogant and overpaid, It's always the same refrain. Remember Bobby Moore, those legends from '66, They played with heart and glory, Not these modern-day tricks. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses show the pride, they make us all believe, But our boys just disappoint, on every single eve. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a bitter end, We’re left feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the field. More interested in cheating on their birds, Than playing for our shield. *(Bridge)* We watch with hope each summer, But it’s always just the same, They promise us the glory, But they only bring us shame. Incompetence in motion, A manager without a clue, We’re dreaming of a victory, But it never does come true. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a bitter end, We’re left feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the field. More interested in cheating on their birds, Than playing for our shield. *(Outro)* The Three Lions fucked it up again, When will we see the day? That they play with pride and glory, And finally find their way. The Three Lions fucked it up again, It’s the same old sorry song, Here’s to hoping for tomorrow, When they might just prove us wrong.

*(Verse 1)* It's been another year of heartbreak, With dreams shattered on the pitch, We've got a manager who’s clueless, Can’t even scratch an itch. The tactics are boring, the play's a total bore, He couldn’t run a pissup in a brewery, He's out of his depth for sure. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses roar, they show us how it’s done, But the lads just stumble, while the other teams run. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a bitter end, We’re left feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the field. More interested in cheating on their birds, Than playing for our shield. *(Verse 2)* They strut around like peacocks, All talentless and vain, Arrogant and overpaid, It's always the same refrain. Remember Bobby Moore, those legends from '66, They played with heart and glory, Not these modern-day tricks. *(Pre-Chorus)* The Lionesses show the pride, they make us all believe, But our boys just disappoint, on every single eve. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a bitter end, We’re left feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the field. More interested in cheating on their birds, Than playing for our shield. *(Bridge)* We watch with hope each summer, But it’s always just the same, They promise us the glory, But they only bring us shame. Incompetence in motion, A manager without a clue, We’re dreaming of a victory, But it never does come true. *(Chorus)* Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Just like they always do. Since '66, it’s been a bitter end, We’re left feeling blue. Oh, the Three Lions fucked it up again, Eleven wankers on the field. More interested in cheating on their birds, Than playing for our shield. *(Outro)* The Three Lions fucked it up again, When will we see the day? That they play with pride and glory, And finally find their way. The Three Lions fucked it up again, It’s the same old sorry song, Here’s to hoping for tomorrow, When they might just prove us wrong.

[Verse] Appa's smile bright as dawn's light Life’s journey long hard fight Sri Lankan roots American dreams Rivers of love flowing in streams [Verse 2] Jeguhnahthenit strong and true Years of work now rest in view Hands that built mountains high Time to watch the birds fly [Chorus] Happy birthday Appa dear Your love has no bound no fear Retirement brings peace so clear Forever in our heart you’re near [Verse 3] Tamil words spoken gentle kind Memories in our heart we find American dreams woven tight Family shines in your light [Verse 4] Years of wisdom stories told Life’s tapestry woven gold Rest now Appa feel the breeze Life’s new chapter with such ease [Chorus] Happy birthday Appa dear Your love has no bound no fear Retirement brings peace so clear Forever in our heart you’re near

[Verse] Down a dusty road, the tractors hum, Workin' hard 'til the daylight's done, Fields of gold beneath the sky, Livin' simple, no need to try. [Verse 2] Underneath the old oak tree, Dreamin' 'bout the man I'll be, Stars are shinin', moon's aglow, In this quiet, the world moves slow. [Chorus] Shinin' through the smoke and the haze, Findin' love in simpler ways, Melodies of nightbirds' tune, Life's a song beneath this moon. [Verse 3] Grandma's bakin' in the kitchen warm, Stories told 'bout life's old charm, Front porch swing and sweet iced tea, It’s these little things that set me free. [Verse 4] Friday night with friends so dear, Laughter, love, and open ears, Bonfire light, guitar strings, Together in the joy it brings. [Chorus] Shinin' through the smoke and the haze, Findin’ love in simpler ways, Melodies of nightbirds' tune, Life’s a song beneath this moon.

[Verse] Fishing in the ocean man can't see a thing Need a radar that see birds and their wings We need a bird radar This cyclone can’t do a thing [Verse 2] Fishermen crying where the heck are the fish Begging for a sonar that shows us the fish Eyes on the display charts running slow Cartography gotta catch up lets go [Chorus] Gregoire make Raymarine great again do it right Make new products so the sales team can unite Do you hate money? We trying to sell ancient technology [Verse 3] Tides are turning Garmin kicking our ass We have no sales because our products are trash Give us something to sell Raymarine going to hell [Bridge] You promised a system builder We need a system builder How are we supposed to build a system Without a god damn system builder [Verse 4] This team is sending out an SOS Gregoire rise up fix this mess New products would make it right Fix the all the problems so these fish can bite