Malibu Ken - Churro lyrics

Oh, happy day
That unmistakable brown plumage
As accented by a snow white head and tail
I've seen the holy spirit when I was young
Their population had collapsed to
Where it felt we’d only know the majesty
Through photo, prose, and lyric
Through drastic conservation efforts and
The diligence of fish
And wildlife scientists
We've actualized impressive data
So much so that 2016 would
Discover two such creatures
Nesting in the heart of downtown Pittsburgh
Pennsylvania
200 years of absence broken by a brazen pair
Is not to shake a stick at
When you actually A-B the numbers
And so it was the PA game
Commission would install a webcam
With a live feed that would
Showcase the avian lovers
You could be sitting in
Your office feelin' testy
Spilling coffee on a spreadsheet
Thinking "Jesus Christ, my life is dismal"
Two seconds later
You could stare into a portal
That reminds you there is more
Than what your awful
Nine-to-five permit's you

Like a giant fuckin’ eagle or I don't know
Maybe Mona Lisa cheesin' from the easel
Or I don't know
Maybe sunbeams leakin' through a keyhole
Or I don't know eh, I don't know

Oh, Lordy Lou
Those unmistakable eight talons
That could surgically remove a spawning
Salmon from the raging rapids
People think nature is a rainbow or a newborn
Or an ocean or a puppy which
Denies the gory steak and mashers
You load the sight up and expect to
See the glory of a wingspan
Over eagly beaks, emerging from an egg a hero
We overlook the fact that while sometimes
A cat'll eat a bird
Sometimes a bird’ll eat a cat
Like it’s a fuckin' churro on April 26th
In front a grip of viewers tuning in
To catch a glimpse of what would
Usually live in the shadows
There was no way to have predicted honing in
On the internet’s favorite creature as
Reduced to nutritional value
I wonder if some dude was sad
Because his cat had run away and thought
"Maybe I'll load these eagles
Up to feel connected"
Then got to watch his little Fluffy torn
To pieces by the very nature
He had sought to ease him
Through his deep depression

By a giant fuckin' eagle or I don't know
Maybe Mona Lisa cheesin’ from the easel
Or I don't know
Maybe sunbeams leakin' through a keyhole
Or I don't know eh, I don't know