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She's a free-range bird |
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She's out there running wild |
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And she's acting quite absurd |
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She don't care what folks are saying |
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She's just going her own way |
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'Cause she's a free-range bird
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You thought you'd brought your daughter up |
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To play by all your rules |
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You always bought her lots of stuff |
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And paid her fancy schools
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You'd hoped your own reflection you |
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Would see in her someday |
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She's broken her connection to |
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The things you do and say
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She's a free-range bird |
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She's out there running wild |
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And she's acting quite absurd |
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She don't care what folks are saying |
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She's just going her own way |
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'Cause she's a free-range bird
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I s'pose I'd be contented to |
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Lay back and say "That's life!" |
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Except for that I courted her |
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And took her for my wife
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I thought I had a happy home |
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I didn't have a clue |
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She's left me with three screaming gnomes |
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What is a boy to do?
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She's a free-range bird |
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She's out there running wild |
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And she's acting quite absurd |
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She don't care what folks are saying |
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She's just going her own way |
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'Cause she's a free-range bird
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