Polly wants a cracker. Think I should get off her first. I think she wants some water. To put out the blow torch.
[Chorus] It isn't me. have some seed. Let me clip. Your dirty wings. Let me take ride. Cut yourself. want some help. Please myself. I've got some rope. You have been told. I promise you. I have been true. Let me take a ride. Cut I want some help. Please myself.
Polly wants a cracker. Maybe she would like more food. She asks me to untie her. A chase would be nice for a few.
[Chours]...
Polly says her back hurts. And she's just as bored as me. She caugh me off my guard. It amazes me, the will of instinct.
