[Verse] I’m a gryphon, and by the way, it’s true, We’re ninety percent fluff. And I’ve got this overwhelming craving, Like I can never have enough. [Verse] Birdseed! Sunflower, thistle, and millet, A blend so complete. Every bite, I’m savoring Perfection in my beak. [Pre-chorus] Some say I should be hunting, Soaring high above the trees. But what a waste of time I could spend Chompin’ on them seeds. [Chorus] Talkin’ ‘bout that birdseed! Eatin' birdseed every day! Once I get a single taste, Better stay out of my way! Thinkin’ ‘bout that birdseed! I go wild when I feast! Tearing into every mix, Like a berserker beast! Gotta get that birdseed! [Verse] The folks who set out bird feeders know I’m always prowling through their streets. They’ve rigged up motion sensor alarms, But even so, I’ve got them beat. [Verse] I use military stealth-grade paint. It costs more than gold per pound. I coat my wings and tail each raid, And swipe every kernel without a sound. [Pre-chorus] Some say I should be hunting, Soaring high above the trees. But what a waste of time I could spend Chompin’ on them seeds. [Chorus] Talkin’ ‘bout that birdseed! Eatin' birdseed every day! Once I get a single taste, Better stay out of my way! Thinkin’ ‘bout that birdseed! I go wild when I feast! Tearing into every mix, Like a berserker beast! Gotta get that birdseed! [Unnecessarily long guitar solo, but hey it's power metal so why not?] [Chorus] Talkin’ ‘bout that birdseed! Eatin' birdseed every day! Once I get a single taste, Better stay out of my way! Thinkin’ ‘bout that birdseed! I go wild when I feast! Tearing into every mix, Like a berserker beast! Gotta get that birdseed!
