Hi there, it's not exactly a joke, but it is funny. If anyone is interested in checking out a song it's JOHN WILLIAMSON - The Budgie Song.

I didn't know how to put the actual song on the forum so I'm just letting anyone know about it if they're interested.

I found it on itunes, but I'm pretty sure you can download it if you look for it.

I thought it was cute and it did bring a smile to my face.

Enjoy :rofl:

THE BUDGIE SONG

(Williamson)

John Williamson - 1986

 

 

Well it cost me thirty bucks to fix my budgie,

When the little blighter only cost me five.

The veterinary surgeon saw me coming,

But I had to keep my feathered friend alive;

 

He was shaking on his perch, the kids were crying,

The family gathered round his little cage.

I said I think it's time we got a new one,

That's when the family went into a 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 **** 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 antibiotics for his colour,

Two drops a day on his beak.

Some powder on the nose for his feathers

And clean out his cage twice a week.

 

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 shitty budgie,

When everyone's on holiday.

 

REPEAT CHORUS

He has another one - Bill the Cat, which features a budgie too! As kids, my mum had the tape of this album and my sister and I would giggle in hysterics when we listened to this song!

 

Bill the Cat

We had a cat

His name was Bill

He caught our budgie on the window sill

One holy day, one sunday morn

Left only feathers on our back lawn

Oh no Bill, you can't do that

You silly *****, you stupid cat

So we took him down, our family pet

And we left his balls with the family vet

 

meeoooww meeeoooww

 

Well the very next day he packed his bags

Left all his penthouse and playboy mags

How could we do it to the family pet

Go and leave his balls with the family vet

Well we get no postcards, no telephone calls

He's out in the bush somewhere, with no balls

And he's obsessed with sweet revenge

So he eats our parrots and our fairy wrens

 

(Chorus)

Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we Left his balls with the family vet

X2

 

Now he's highly sought by the feral choir

For his new found talent to sing much higher

Has no more time for female friends

Only parrots and fairy wrens

No sense of humour, ex-family pet

He's still angry, he's still upset

It still hurts, he can't forget

That we left his balls with the family vet

 

Chorus X2