My Bird Can Sing

My bird can sing. He'll get you dancing. He bops. He rocks while sitting on the jukebox. Out of dimes? Don't sweat about a thing 'cause my bird is the real music machine!

Richie was just a bird who liked to play, but then I played my record one day. He danced along and learned the words. Now he's the best singer you've ever heard.

My bird can sing. He'll get you dancing. He bops. He rocks while sitting on the jukebox. Out of dimes? Don't sweat about a thing 'cause my bird is the real music machine!

I took him to work. My boss didn't really approve. But once he heard the boy sing, he got into the groove. Now our restaurant is blowing the top 'cause my bird really knows how to rock.

My bird can sing. He'll get you dancing. He bops. He rocks while sitting on the jukebox. Out of dimes? Don't sweat about a thing 'cause my bird is the real music machine!

Take it away, Rich! Come on!

Want Elvis? The Beatles or Kinks? Beach Boys or even some Queen? Just tell ol' Richie what they are, and he'll do it better than Berry's guitar!

My bird can sing.

My bird can sing.

He's really rockin' and a rollin'

He'll get you dancing.

That bird can sing.