Spring is here, spring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year
is the spring, I do, don't you? Course you do!
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
and makes every Sunday a treat for me:
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon,
when we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me,
as we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us comingm the birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright, everything seems all right,
when we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We've gained notoriety and caused much anxiety
in the Autobahn society with our games
They call it impiety and lack of propriety
and quite a variety of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
to want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me,
and we'll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two,
while we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
except for the few we take home to experiment
My pulse will be quickening with each drop of strychnine we feed to a pigeon
It just takes a smidgin to poison a pigeon in the park!