My Bird Performs - XTC

(Colin Moulding)

Fine art never moved my soul 
No vintage wine designer clothes 
But my world shakes for me 
My bird sings sweetly 
A different kind of tinsel 
Decorates my tree 
Yes my bird performs 
A thousand Cheshire cats
Grin inside of me 
Yes my bird performs 
There she goes 
Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold 
The drama stage and the high brow prose 
But my world shakes for me 
My bird sings sweetly 
The brightest fireworks 
Are lighting up my sky 
Yes my bird performs 
The cage is open 
But she's no desire to fly 
'Cause my bird performs 
There she goes 
And you keep saying what you got 
You keep saying what you got 
Look out!