There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard
Waving a briefcase a hollerin'
There's mailman stumbling to his truck
With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar andI know there's times that you
Wish you had my point of viewI can see two skin-kneed boys down at the creek
Smoking daddy's cigarette butts
Down there's a man cussing me
'Cuz he got his car all washed and waxed upBut I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just a bird singing my songLooking down on the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine
For quite some timeAnd I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh no, I'm a little too close
Better fly awayThere's a See Rock City birdhouse
Where I like to hang out with but Johnny Shoots BBs
And Mrs. Cole's got a cement bowl
Where I'd like to take a bath but the cat might eat meSo I'll just stay up here
At least until the coast is clearLookin' down at the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine
For quite some timeAnd I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh yeahThere's a millions stories that I could tell
Some of them I keep to myself
Just remember no matter what you do
Somebody's looking over you, yeahLooking down on the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine
For quite some timeAnd I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh no, I'm a little too close
I better fly awayFly away
Fly away
Fly away