Bird in the Hand

From the minute that you're born
You put your share of the corn into your fat face
But you wake up one mornin’
Just to find that you were born into a rat race

Well if you're lucky and you score
You'll be the first to want some more of what you don’t got
And when you're runnin' out of time
You go and spend your last dime on a grave plot

So catch it if you can
But try and understand
You've got the bird in your hand
So catch it if you can

A man needs a lover
When he gets her he'll just shove her to the wayside
And then he'll start to miss her
So once again he'll kiss hеr it's a hayride
She goes along for awhilе
But she sees through your style like a clear day
It may sound funny but she only wanted money from you anyway

So catch it if you can
But try and understand
You’ve got the bird in your hand
So catch it if you can

The city people say
They haven’t had a happy day they've been knocked down
They move to the sticks
But when they want to get their kicks they miss the big town
Well if you really want to know what you’re missin'
Just take the time to listen to a bum talk
There ain't nothin' gonna suit you
So you wind up with your future on the sidewalk

So catch it if yoiu can
But try and understand
You’ve got the bird in your hand
So catch it if you can