I don’t mind the sparrows stealin’ my seedThe crow gettin’ fat on my cornBut that beady eyed buzzard hangin’ ’round my galIs gonna wish he never was born ( never was born! )Let the hungry old hawk take a chicken or twoAnd only the rooster will cryBut the beady eyed buzzard hangin’ ’round my galIs gonna wish he knew how to fly!Better start flyin’You better high tail it outta town!You’re headin’ straight for troubleIf you keep on a circling ’round!You can fill up your pockets with ma seed an’ ma cornTake my horse, load the wagon up too!But you beady eyed buzzard stay away from my galOr else it’s gonna be . . . the end of you!( better start flyin’ . . . )You better high tail it outta town!You’re headin’ straight for troubleIf you keep on a circling ’round!You can fill up your pockets with ma seed an’ ma cornTake my horse, load the wagon up too!But you beady eyed buzzard stay away from my galOr else it’s gonna be . . . the end of you!. . . the end of you!