Pigeons

Who put fifty tons of shit on the foreign office roof? Who suffers from nine known diseases? Who gets up in the mornin' when the sun comes up And makes their beds, paper clips, bus tickets All around their heads? Who congregate around Trafalgar Square Taking pot shots at the tourists? Oh you've got to watch out When you wander 'round the square in the mornin' 'Cause they're everywhere, they're everywhere Here we have an honest man A civil servant to boot He lived high up in the ministry And when he wished to make a point He knew just what to do His window ledges were all covered in grease "I want them out of here" He said to me, "I want them gone" Because you see, oh don't you see None of us are getting any younger You've got to follow your nose And if it tells you that you've got to go Well that's because They're everywhere, they're everywhere So we called in those men, those horrible men We set them to work on the rooftops You see their van is very plain And I know they're too ashamed To wear their by appointment badges anymore Sometimes they use Vaseline, sometimes they use the pill I've often seen them with a gun But as the years go by, old habits seem to die And nowadays they knockatize them all Oh you've got to watch out As you wander 'round the square in the mornin' Oh they're everywhere, they're everywhere