Bald Eagle

My baby, she’s one spread eagle.

Makes me wonder if it’s all for me.

She blames that science,

says it’s fate boy.

I don’t believe in destiny.

No no there’s no destiny.


She flies high,

she’s one Bald Eagle.

Flying high

on her bald faced lies.

OOOH she flies too high.


Her right, her left

wings are uneven.

She’s going to fall

from a stormy sky.

ooh oh she flies too high.


Could have been a turkey

when she had her chance.

Wear bright colors and dance.

Wear bright colors and dance.