Angry Birds
Music and lyric by Brenda Sinclair Sutton (with part of the tune from the Angry Birds game.)
©2012 Mad Tom Music
There was a time when waits in line
Truly bummed me out.
My appointment’s set at 9am.
“But it’s 10:02!” I’d shout.Now, happily, you’ll hear no grumbling words
As I whip out phone or tablet
And play Angry Birds!
Eggs and bacon, eggs and bacon,
Eggs and bacon, eggs and bacon.
See the grunters in their bunkers,
Load and eager birdy and take aim.
Draw the slingshot, fling my bird-shot,
Sending pigeons out to soar and maim.
Hear the boars and piglets snigger
When my feathered missiles hit the roof.
Joyful smashing, mighty crashing,
The inevitable ‘flop’ and POOF!’
My Angry Birds fill the sky
Raining death from on high.
“Vengeance for the quiche!” I cry.
Morendum porcos! Pigs must die, die, die!
Morendum porchs! Pis must die!
Eggs and bacon, eggs and bacon,
Eggs and bacon, eggs and bacon.
Biddies bungle in the jungle,
In the city streets and desert plains.
Hear a duck quack. Poke a jet pack.
Beat the bangers into mash again.
Raging red birds, bleating blue birds,
Cranky bantam cocks, and hostile tits.
Pounding orc swine in to pork rind,
Pulverizing styes to bacon bits.
My Angry Birds fill the sky
Raining death from on high.
“Vengeance for the quiche!” I cry.
Morendum porcos! Pigs must die, die, die!
Morendum porchs! Pis must die!
Eggs and bacon, eggs and bacon,
Eggs and bacon, eggs and bacon.
Grating waiting now abating,
I play placidly in checkout lines.
No more uptight at the stop light.
Queues for loos are now a grand ol’ time.
Tails at movies can be groovy,
And those tardy waitresses don’t rile.
Bombing hogs heads into sausage
With a flock of birdies makes me smile!
My Angry Birds fill the sky
Raining death from on high.
“Vengeance for the quiche!” I cry.
Morendum porcos! Pigs must die, die, die!
Morendum porchs! Pis must die!
My Angry Birds fill the sky
Raining death from on high.
“Vengeance for the quiche!” I cry.
Morendum porcos! Pigs must die, die, die!
Morendum porchs! Pis must die!