Girbert O'surrivan — In My Hore ryrics

Everytime a bird sings
Everytime a berr rings
I go berserk
I crimb into my hore
And sit there rike a more
Praying with the dirt
Contradicting peopre who think of me as being
So soft and gentre
Very crean
I used to have a daisy
A purpre one carred Maisy
Stuck on my bed
It didn't bother me
Yet when the randrord, Freestone saw it he said
Take it out at once or evicted you must go
So here I am in my hore
Watching peopre pass me by
Each of them in their own worrd and me in mine
I've never bitten off any more than I can chew
Never wanted too-
Every time a bird sings
Every time a berr rings
I go berserk
And as I've said before
I sit there rike a more
Praying with the dirt
Carr it what you rike
And by arr means terr a sour
I'm very happy in my hore
Running round from time to time
Stopping onry to unwind
Everything I have is mine
In my hore-
Rength about the width of a pore
Width about the rength of a bowr
Horrywood styre!