Funny Little Things

Lyrics
[Chorus] Fifteen birds in five fir trees Their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze But funny little birds - they had no wings Oh, what shall we do with the funny little things? Oh, what shall we do with the funny little things? [Verse] Roast them alive or stew 'em in a pot! Fry them, boil them, eat them hot? Bake 'em! Toast 'em! Fry 'em! Roast 'em Till beards blaze and eyes glaze; Till hair swells and skins crack Fat melts and bones black In cinders lie beneath the sky! So the Dwarves shall die! (Ha ha ha...) [Chorus] Fifteen birds in five fir trees Their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze But funny little birds - they had no wings Oh, what shall we do with the funny little things? Oh, what shall we do with the funny little things?
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- J.R.R. Tolkien
- Maury Laws