Birdplane

I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive.
I'm just out to find, the better part of me.

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane:
I'm a bird-plane.
I'm a bird-plane.
I'm a bird-plane.

Part of me is a bird, the other part is a plane.
See my feathers, hear my engines.
My beak and my hydraulic suspensions.

A Bird-plane.
I'm a bird-plane!
I'm a bird-plane.
Check me out I'm a bird-plane.

I wish I could cry, and fall upon my beak
Find a way to lie, and pretend I'm not a freak
It may sound insane, it might be absurd.
But I'm a plane, and I'm also a bird
You may be confused, now don't be naive,
'Cause I can eat petrol flavoured bird seed

'Cause I'm a bird plane.
I'm a bird plane.
I'm a bird plane.
A mother fucking bird plane.

And it's not easy to be a bird plane