My Bird Performs

XTC · Nonsuch [1992]

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 got

You keep saying what you got

Look out



Fine art never moved my soul

(My bird sings sweetly)

No vintage wine, designer clothes

(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, my bird sings sweetly)