Birdman Of Alkatrash - The Strawberry Alarm Clock

Every time the bird man comes

He flies over neath the bridge

He swoops down low and picks me up And carries me over the ridge

But somehow I discovered his game

And he no longer seems to fly

Anymore that way

Clever fellow, isn’t he?

Yes, very clever

But for now I find it hard

To reason with myself

And just in case I can’t conceive

Of anybody else

I tried and tried to make it clear

That what I want is not real at all

What kind of joint is this?

The time has come for me to see

Just how much it means to me To tell someone of what went on Now that the bird man’s gone

Even though you’ll find it strange

All along the bird man really was me