What the hell is wrong with me?
You know, so just speak!
Was it the way I walked
Or talked.
The hair, chin, or was it the inside.
Did you think I had screws loose
Or did you think me your little dancing fool.
Well if that's true then I rather not miss you.
So say goodbye for the last time to your pitiful
Dancing fool.

Don't worry this song bird
Bird is going to fly
Among thunder cloud sky
Till I come falling down.
I am sorry to say that your bird's
Brain ain't going to stay
I was your song bird
And dancing fool
But now I am worm’s gruel.