Twelve Identical Ostriches

[Verse 1]
Four skins chatter in the birdhouse
Twelve identical ostriches
Painted, millin' 'bout the ocean floor
Twelve identical ostriches

[Verse 2]
I’ve got files decked out with hearsay
And a case of the classical blues
No more milk, no more bread
Water and nothing else for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days

[Outro]
Talcum powder on the ceiling
No one bothered to telethon