Five Little Birds Songtext
von Holly Palmer

To the West side
They still believe in things

I reached between my legs and found
Found me a silver screw
I held it up and straight out to you
I wish that you would take it

My house got split in half again
And that leaves me forlorn shares
Even if everyone wanted some

There wouldn′t be enough to go around
There wouldn't be enough to go around
We got our own now

Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright

Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright


So there′s five little birds right now
They're flying manic around right now
Six, if you're counting the Eskimo

But he never got used to the weather
He never got used to the weather
So he was more than happy to go

So everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
They′re gonna be alright

A monkey mouth and a stethoscope
She says, "Honey, well, we don′t want no kids
'Cause there′s not enough hope"
The Chocolate Dog tells me better jokes

And he keeps his own room clean
And the hummingbird is on fire
But at least that girl don't smoke

Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright


Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Alright, [Incomprehensible]

I know everybody gonna be, gonna be alright
Everybody gonna be, gonna be alright