Fine art never moved my soul No vintage wine and designer clothes But my world, shakes for me My bird, sings sweetly A different kind of tinsel decorates my tree Yeah, my bird performs A thousand Cheshire Cats grin inside of me Yeah, 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 Yeah, 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've got You keep saying what you've got Look out! ♪ (Fine art never moved my soul) My bird, sings sweetly (No vintage wine and designer clothes) My bird, sings sweetly My bird, sings sweetly (Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold) My bird, sings sweetly My bird, sings sweetly (The drama stage and the high brow prose) My bird, sings sweetly