Words and Music by John Williamson
1986 EMUSIC PTY LTD
(harmonica solo) F C F C F C DM G7 C
Well it [C]cost me thirty bucks to fix my [F]budgie,
When the [G7]little blighter only cost me [C]five.
The veterinary surgeon saw me [F]coming,
But I [G7]had to keep my feathered friend a[C]live;
He was [AM]shaking on his perch, the kids were [F]crying,
The [AM]family gathered round his little [F]cage.
I [AM]said I think it's time we got a [F]new one,
That's [D7]when the family went into a [G7]rage.
Oh, the waiting room ponged like a rat house,
With heartworms and lungworms and lice.
And a Persian had her eye on the shoebox,
I suppose she thought our budgie might be nice.
Well the bird st on the veterinary surgeon,
I heard him say the dirty little chick.
Guess he wondered why I didn't use my brains
And hit him over the head with a brick.
(CHORUS)
Oh [F]antibiotics for his [C]colour,
[F]Two drops a day on his [C]beak.
Some [F]powder on the nose for his [C]feathers
And [DM]clean out his c[G7]age twice a [C]week.
(harmonica solo) F C F C F C DM G7 C
Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie
When the little blighter only cost me five
And the bludger wakes me early in the morning,
It's got me puzzled how he survives.
One night I'll feed him to the tom cat.
Instead of worrying about him when we go away.
No-one wants to feed a stty budgie,
When everyone's on holiday
(repeat CHORUS & harmonica solo)
1986 EMUSIC PTY LTD
(harmonica solo) F C F C F C DM G7 C
Well it [C]cost me thirty bucks to fix my [F]budgie,
When the [G7]little blighter only cost me [C]five.
The veterinary surgeon saw me [F]coming,
But I [G7]had to keep my feathered friend a[C]live;
He was [AM]shaking on his perch, the kids were [F]crying,
The [AM]family gathered round his little [F]cage.
I [AM]said I think it's time we got a [F]new one,
That's [D7]when the family went into a [G7]rage.
Oh, the waiting room ponged like a rat house,
With heartworms and lungworms and lice.
And a Persian had her eye on the shoebox,
I suppose she thought our budgie might be nice.
Well the bird st on the veterinary surgeon,
I heard him say the dirty little chick.
Guess he wondered why I didn't use my brains
And hit him over the head with a brick.
(CHORUS)
Oh [F]antibiotics for his [C]colour,
[F]Two drops a day on his [C]beak.
Some [F]powder on the nose for his [C]feathers
And [DM]clean out his c[G7]age twice a [C]week.
(harmonica solo) F C F C F C DM G7 C
Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie
When the little blighter only cost me five
And the bludger wakes me early in the morning,
It's got me puzzled how he survives.
One night I'll feed him to the tom cat.
Instead of worrying about him when we go away.
No-one wants to feed a stty budgie,
When everyone's on holiday
(repeat CHORUS & harmonica solo)
