[Intro — finger snaps, upright bass, twangy guitar] Well, well, well... Who's that bird with the feathers piled high? [Backing vocals] Squawkabilly! Who's got every head turning when he struts on by? [Backing vocals] Squawkabilly! Heh... You got that right. [Verse 1 — swaggering male lead] Got my crest combed back, got my wings held wide, I don't need an invitation, I just step inside. From the rooftops of Paldea to the old town square, when you hear that squawk coming, you know who's there. Green, blue, yellow, maybe dressed in white, doesn't matter what the plumage, I still look just right. Little hop to the left, little shake to the right, I'm a Normal-Flying troublemaker looking for a night! [Pre-Chorus — handclaps building] I don't puff my chest 'cause I'm trying to impress... I puff my chest 'cause I KNOW I look the best! [Backing vocals] Look at him go! [Chorus — big rock-and-roll hook] Greased feathers! Combed up high! SQUAWKABILLY coming strutting by! Snap those wings, let out that trill, ain't nobody cooler than Squawkabilly! [Backing vocals] Squawk! Squawk! Squawkabilly! Greased feathers! Head held high! One loud cry and the tough guys hide! Got that Swagger, got that thrill, Everybody knows... SQUAWKABILLY! [Rockabilly guitar break] [Verse 2 — playful, cockier] I roll with the flock, yeah, we travel in style, whole row of bad birds with that too-cool smile. You wanna stare? Go ahead, take a peek. Just don't act surprised when I open my beak. Intimidate hits before I even say a word, that's a whole lotta nerve for a two-foot bird. You can shove, you can burn me, you can try your luck, When the Guts kick in, I just hit you harder, punk! [Backing vocals] Harder?! That's right! [Pre-Chorus] Got a strut in my step, got a beat in my chest, If you're looking for trouble... Well, you found the best! [Chorus] Greased feathers! Combed up high! SQUAWKABILLY coming strutting by! Snap those wings, let out that trill, ain't nobody cooler than Squawkabilly! [Backing vocals] Squawk! Squawk! Squawkabilly! Greased feathers! Head held high! One loud cry and the tough guys hide! Got that Swagger, got that thrill, Everybody knows... SQUAWKABILLY! [Breakdown — bass, snaps and piano] [Lead] What's the name? [Backing vocals] SQUAWKABILLY! [Lead] Who's got the hair? [Backing vocals] SQUAWKABILLY! [Lead] Who's got the nerve? [Backing vocals] SQUAWKABILLY! [Lead] Who's that bird everybody heard?! [Backing vocals] SQUAWKABILLY! [Lead — spoken-sung] Crest? [Backing vocals] Slick! Wings? [Backing vocals] Quick! Swagger? [Backing vocals] Thick! Attitude? [Backing vocals] Take your pick! [Lead] Heh. Now watch this. [Instrumental dance break — honky-tonk piano and twangy guitar] [Verse 3 — faster delivery] Brave Bird diving, coming down full speed, reckless little featherball, that's all I need. If the fight gets ugly, I don't beg, don't plead, I'll leave a Parting Shot before I take my leave. Hustle in my feathers, Swagger in my walk, half the battle's over when they hear me talk. I ain't royal, ain't legendary, don't need none of that, Just slick these feathers backward... and tell me where it's at! [Backing vocals] GO, SQUAWKABILLY, GO! [Final Chorus — full band, biggest] GREASED FEATHERS! COMBED UP HIGH! SQUAWKABILLY coming strutting by! Shake those wings, let out that trill, whole damn town knows Squawkabilly! [Backing vocals] Squawk! Squawk! Squawkabilly! Greased feathers! Born to fly! Paldea knows when this bird walks by! Got that Swagger, got those Guts, got that thrill, Everybody knows... SQUAWKABILLY! [Backing vocals] SQUAWKABILLY! [Lead] Say it again! [Backing vocals] SQUAWKABILLY! [Lead] A little louder! [Backing vocals] SQUAWK-A-BIL-LY! [Outro — slap bass, piano flourish, final guitar sting] Greased feathers... Heh. Don't touch the crest.
