Bluebirds and Pickles
by Mike Reedy and Stuart Reedy
Copyright 2003-2012
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff
Bluebirds and pickles, a life of ecstacy
Bluebirds and pickles are just the thing for me
Bluebirds and pickles on a perch and in a jar
Bluebirds and pickles, they’ll make you a star
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff
My recreation is simple as you see
Bluebirds and pickles and my best girl with me
We went to the drive in to see a picture show
But the bluebirds ate the pickles, and then we had to go
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff
Then come Monday morning and it came time for work
I stuffed bluebirds and pickles in my favorite shirt
Down on the production line the bluebirds sing a song
I eat an occasional pickle and the days don’t seem so long
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff
The bluebirds sing a lullaby as I lie in bed
The pickles are visions of loveliness dancing in my head
If you need a little smile when you wear a frown
Just think bluebirds and pickles and life won’t get you down
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff
Bluebirds and pickles and bluebirds and pickles and
Bluebirds and pickles and stuff