“How Can This Bird Fly?” — (Verse 1) I saw a bird on the shoreline, lookin’ stressed and kinda fried, Right wing yellin’, “GO FASTER!”, left wing yellin’, “LET’S GLIDE!” They flapped in opposite directions like a feathery civil war, Till a wave smacked ’em upward — BOOM — launched ’em off the shore. (Chorus — big surf rock shout) How can this bird fly when the wings don’t get along? Right wing’s playin’ Dick Dale, left wing’s singin’ protest songs. They’re flappin’ like a blender full of political debris, But somehow that crazy bird still surfs the breeze with me. (Verse 2) Right wing wants a muscle car, left wing wants a bike, Right wing says, “Let’s shred the waves!”, left wing says, “No, let’s hike.” They argued on a surfboard ’til the board just snapped in two, Bird said, “Fine, I’ll body‑surf!” and rode a wave straight through. (Chorus — louder, sillier) How can this bird fly when the wings don’t see eye to eye? Right wing’s doin’ power chords, left wing’s chanting to the sky. They flap like they’re in Congress but with way more energy, Yet somehow that bird still catches air like a legend of the sea. (Bridge — spoken/sung, surf‑rock echo) I said, “Bird, you need balance.” He said, “Buddy, I need a margarita.” I said, “You literally have wings.” He said, “Yeah, but they can’t agree on anything (Final Chorus — full beach‑party madness) How can this bird fly? Man, it’s wild but it’s true — You don’t need perfect harmony, just wings that sorta follow through. So flap your weird opinions, flap your nonsense left and right, If that bird can still take off… you’re gonna be alright.
