Darn Those Pesky Birds V2 🛻🦆🪕

Oooooh lord, darn those birds, Every time I done clean and shine my pickup truck, They done fly by and drop that stinking white crud, All the time, Darn pesky birds, Why have you forsaken me, A darn hour of washing and polishing, I done turn my back once, Bang there it is, Big ol’ steaming pile of bird crud, Done Staring me right in the face, I done know the birds be doing it on purpose, They done make that dumb bird call, While they done be flying off, Laughing at me, Oooooh brother earl, Why did the lord make them darn birds, Why are they my pick up trucks enemy, They done got me worked up, Almost put off of playing my banjo, I done played it, Took a shot of whiskey, Done had a swig off moonshine, I’m done become a calm mellow hill billy once again, If only I could fly, And if only them darn birds drove cars, I tell you what, I’d done show them what, Would done fly over them and make it rain brown, Let them know life can done move in karmic roundabouts, But that done only happens in my dreams, Ooooooooh lord why did you done make them pesky birds, (outro banjo solo, high energy upbeat melody)