Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park...

I like my town
With a little drop of poison
Nobody knows
They're linin' up to go insane

I'm all alone
I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner
After it rains

And she left in the fall
That's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison

Did the Devil
Make the World
While God was sleeping
You'll never get a wish from a bone

Another long goodbye
And a hundred sailors
That deep blue sky
Is my home

And she left in the fall
That's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison

Well a rat
Always knows
When he's in with weasels
Here you lose a little every day

Well I remember
When a million was a million
They all have ways
To make you pay

And she left in the fall
That's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison

And she left in the fall
That's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison...

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